“We were always together. When I was pregnant, she didn’t allow me to cook or do homework. On her death day, she also cooked. He removed the vegetables and made the dough. He said the skin was back after he collected the feed and made roti [bread].
“But she never came back,” he said collapsed. “Last year, only Tulsi (Holy Basil) bloomed. It was a young tree when my sister planted it. Let’s see how big it is now.”
We walked to a farmland about a kilometer away from his house. There his body was cremated.
When I visited last year, it was a mountain of ashes. Currently, the area is covered with grass. There are many twigs in this area. All traces of what happened on the night of September 29th have been erased.
I ask my family about his ashes. “We won’t scatter them until we’re right,” says his brother.
“And this only happens when four men are hanged, and their families can experience the same pain they have experienced in the past year,” said his sister-in-law. I am.