Funny how waves of sadness can continue to break even years later and for no apparent reason. I was reminded by nothing at all of a November in 2014, before dawn, arriving in Lahore to see my family – save one who was also on the way from another city, and one who lay inside – lined up and waiting for me, silent, but with no need to say anything. For weeks afterwards that replayed in my mind, and then walking through the house to the room at the end as if for the first or last time. This evening, that feeling returned and with it the replaying of that quiet pre-dawn walk through the house.
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