**PART – I**
I had just returned home from work. It was 9 and I was feeling a chill even after entering my warm house. It had been 3 years since I moved to Canada from India after losing my husband in a car accident! Now at 31, I had given up on relationships and just wished to live a monotonous life.
The neighborhood kids were screaming around in scary voices celebrating Halloween! There were many costume parties around her. But I could think of no one on this eve except my husband Andy. After all, this is also a day to remember the dead. I baked an apple pie and packed it in gelatin. I looked at myself in the mirror. My age didn’t show much. I was fair, standing tall perfectly at 5’7 with a beautiful round face. I set out towards the cemetery in my work clothes.
My husband’s ashes were submerged thousands of kilometers away in the depths of the river Ganga in India but whenever I visited this cemetery, I would feel Amar’s presence around me. I reached the gates and strolled in. It was frightening but I was undeterred. I reached a secluded spot and kneeled down.