I really don't remember the events of that night, even after trying for months. All I know is what I was told. Apeksha told me that I rang the bell and stood at the door like a pruned, dead body. There was no expression on my face; only my eyes were red and swollen. My mother shook my shoulder, asking me what had happened and kept demanding an answer. But all I heard was the thundering of the clouds.
She called my father, and he, too, kept asking me questions, but it was as if no sound could penetrate my ears. I just stood there, not even looking at them, staring blankly at oblivion. Before Apeksha ran to come to me, I threw my head backwards and started falling down, but my father caught me.
