I politely refused the coffee she offered . I was not in a good mood. It was my wife’s first death anniversary and her thoughts disturbed me, all the day. Whenever she passes by, she winks as if she wanted to tell me something. I was literally lip locked as my son was sitting beside me.He is matured now and understands what’s going on. She came in for the second time, but this time she offered me a juice and  I couldn’t refuse. It was tasty and quenched me. A cry from the other side aroused me. There was ruckus all around. I saw her weeping with a terrible sad face. And, we smiled each other for the last time – before the plane crashed.