As soon as her mother saw her, she brought out a container of Pista saying, " whenever I see pistas I remember you a lot, how much you would eat it moni specially during Diwali, have it, it's for you."
"Oh no... I don't want," said moni being a little disconnected.
"Why? You have to finish it. It's for you." the weight in mother's voice was so much that she felt more disconnected now and began to wonder Where's the love for pista has disappeared? There were so many things she had loved before her marriage. May be, this is the way it happens with everyone. Old love fades away into a still world, where the memory of that love is freezed forever.
Now she ate Pista, not out of her love for it but because her mother remembered.... That she loved pista.
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