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I had planned so many things for this weekend...but everything went in a different direction.

Friday going back home in the bus...i received a call from my House ( at home its always my mother who is there) and my dad spoke to me...and told me that one of my grandmothers (actually my cousin's grandmother but whom i considered as my own as never had my own grandparents) had passed away... i was shattered i was in the bus i couldn't control my tears...they fell the whole one hour journey that i had to take to go home...later the bus passed from my aunts house where my grandma stayed and saw people in the balcony in white clothes...

She was suffering since a year, was many time hospitalised and the day before of her death she had a check up with her doctor and he said she is much better than ever... and the next day she died because my uncle told her wait her second don't climb up the stairs i'll come back i need to call someone from house, so he went and she either tried climbing up and slipped or she climbed and fell dizzy and fell...later my uncle came and saw her on the floor with a pool of blood and her head with blood...her head hit the iron thing that helps you climb stairs. That happened on thursday. On Friday doctors said the horrible words and all hopes were gone... (thats when i received my call).

Friday evening saw her body in the house and some indian priest was doing some rituals...I controlled myself there.