It all started with the bottle of hand lotion. Sameer's hands felt rough and he reached for it on the table on Kavita's side of the bed. Past the photo frame of the monkey in grass skirt with maracas in hand, that held Tania's picture with 'Happy Mother's Day' written at the base. In the last two days, he had been caught in the the numbing world of activities things that had to be done paper work, cremation, condolers. It was the first time he was alone. As he rubbed the lotion on ...