Obituary for the delhiwalla
Aanandika Sood today breathed her last in the house that she had always seen in her dreams. The house was bustling with activity as her children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews and their children played games, danced and chatted about life and its meangeries, all of which she had been witnessing intently. She had eaten her fill of the fruits of the season and had been humming 'Hum bekhudi main tumko pukare chale gaye.'