Enthralling Trails

  It is ten days since I stopped receiving Neeta Mayi's Good Morning messages on WhatsApp. She would send witty puzzles, beautiful Philosophical notes, inspiring messages and sometimes meaningful videos and pictures of captivating nature. I would often ask her about the beautiful flowers and landscapes that she used to share. She would say they were sent by her son, daughter or one of her siblings in Nagpur. The last photograph was a drooping Brahma Kamal that had blossomed on Janmashtami. I was curious to know why she had not clicked a picture of the blooming Brahma Kamal that night, but she never spoke about it. That morning, we had blossoms of red roses in our tiny green space. I clicked a photograph and sent it to her with a Good Morning message. I did not notice whether she had read it as mornings have always been hectic. Neeta Mayi was not my biological aunt but was my friend. She was my husband's aunt's colleague. She shared a youthfulness in her demeanour