The house had quieted in the peculiar way it did after grief had finished announcing itself. The guests were gone, the chants extinguished, the lamps dimmed and Vanya moved amidst it carefully as if any sudden movement might shatter what little balance she had found with longing. She went to her neighbouring rooms to find her nephew's.

The room was more glowy than the rest of the mansion lit with a gentle peach shade lamp. Toys lay scattered in an innocent chaos, A small car lay overturned near the rug, A picture book had been left open abandoned mid-story. Prihan was in the nanny's arms, drowsy and fussy while Parth sat cross-legged on the floor pushing a wooden block back and forth without enthusiasm.