Hari was sitting peacefully on the banks of the Ganges, when he saw a girl descending the steps. She was holding a red scarf. Hari didn’t focus on her appearance, he was interested in what she was upto.

It had been ten days since his mother had passed away. Her death had left a deep void in his heart. Now, he used to sit by the river and count the stars.

Hari was watching the scarf fluttering against the flow, when he heard the girl call his name. It was exactly his mother’s voice. Hari stood up and stared, it was his mother’s face. He started running towards her, but as he drew nearer, the girl seemed to vanish. Hari had reached the end of the bank, but nothing was there, except the scarf.

They say, those we love never leave us. These are things that death cannot touch.