My grandmother's bed is now empty. Today papa visited Dhuri to meet my grandfather, who is now in Dhuri. It's the first time that he has visited Dhuri after my grandmother's death. It pains me to imagine the sadness that he would've felt upon climbing the stairs and turning left to see my grandmother's bed empty. She isn't here. She's nowhere. She has left this world. I remember her smile and her happiness whenever she would see me. I miss her. I'll miss seeing her on her bed. I can't accept that bed without her. It's hard to believe that she's no more. Heart still feels like when I'll go to Dhuri, and I'll climb the stairs, and I'll turn left, I'll see her and my grandfather both sitting there.