Arundhati, my niece, was a full moon, radiant, lively, energetic, making everyone smile.
‘Repeat what I say’ she ordered, ‘Happy Birthday to you.’
‘Next time I’m not going to remind you.’
‘I’ll remember’ I promised.
Then dark clouds covered the moon.
By the time it was detected, not much time was left.
She was not to give in easily and fought till the end.
She never complained of after effects of the painful treatment.
She left without giving me the chance to fulfil my promise.
Her smiling face peeps through the dark clouds.
‘Cheater’, I whisper, ‘but I love you.’