Analysis Of Mrs Sen's Funeral
Mother,
As I have grown up, I have started to see who you truly are. When I was going to Mrs Sen's house I found her to be the parent that I never had. I still remember the day that I heard that Mr and Mrs Sen had passed away. I was at home relaxing watching tv; the house tidied of your bottles and ashtrays, the peace barely disturbed by your snores in the room next door. Then, in an ad break, something else came on; it was breaking news. It was the worst car accident to happen that year. They said that there were an Indian couple that died at the scene As soon as I heard that I sat on the edge of my seat praying that it wasn't Mrs Sen.
The other night I was preparing my dinner I was cooking fish and it brought me back to my childhood of being in Mrs Sens. I know why those traditions was important to her. “By then Eliot understood that when Mrs. Sen said home, she meant India, not the apartment where she sat chopping vegetables.” While I was preparing the dinner, I saw a new report on the TV.
The reporter was unsure at the time of who the deceased were until that night. The same reporter was still at the scene but instead of his face looking like he was eager to find the …show more content…
The funeral was the prettiest thing. There was so many flowers and the bright colours. I recognized her clothing from the day she pulled all her saris out of her drawers. The smell of the candles burning took me to the India she had always talked about. It was loud, as she had always said it was, through the night. Then, somehow, I could recognize some of the people that she told me about in her stories. Like the women she made food with when there was a wedding. Some of the women managed to bring their knives with them. I was able to see Mrs Sen in her coffin, beautifully dressed. At that moment, I thought that she was alive but just sleeping and was going to wake up midway through the ceremony. But I knew that was all a dream I wanted to
As I have grown up, I have started to see who you truly are. When I was going to Mrs Sen's house I found her to be the parent that I never had. I still remember the day that I heard that Mr and Mrs Sen had passed away. I was at home relaxing watching tv; the house tidied of your bottles and ashtrays, the peace barely disturbed by your snores in the room next door. Then, in an ad break, something else came on; it was breaking news. It was the worst car accident to happen that year. They said that there were an Indian couple that died at the scene As soon as I heard that I sat on the edge of my seat praying that it wasn't Mrs Sen.
The other night I was preparing my dinner I was cooking fish and it brought me back to my childhood of being in Mrs Sens. I know why those traditions was important to her. “By then Eliot understood that when Mrs. Sen said home, she meant India, not the apartment where she sat chopping vegetables.” While I was preparing the dinner, I saw a new report on the TV.
The reporter was unsure at the time of who the deceased were until that night. The same reporter was still at the scene but instead of his face looking like he was eager to find the …show more content…
The funeral was the prettiest thing. There was so many flowers and the bright colours. I recognized her clothing from the day she pulled all her saris out of her drawers. The smell of the candles burning took me to the India she had always talked about. It was loud, as she had always said it was, through the night. Then, somehow, I could recognize some of the people that she told me about in her stories. Like the women she made food with when there was a wedding. Some of the women managed to bring their knives with them. I was able to see Mrs Sen in her coffin, beautifully dressed. At that moment, I thought that she was alive but just sleeping and was going to wake up midway through the ceremony. But I knew that was all a dream I wanted to