Last night I read such moving, quite intense #fiftywords story, touching me deeply.
I had to let my hidden feelings go, thought that I should at least try to search for words as well.
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I realized at that moment, that I actually never really took enough time to mourn.
I couldn't sleep, restless until 4 am, after reading 
I was tremendously shaken and thought sadly about missing my mother-in law’s cremation ceremony.
Amor Ring Achintya!
Return to the place of God!
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Here is my entry and I hope that I do well for a first try, to express my sorrow & sentiments.
50 Words + 3
Banana trees were hugging the waking sun-rays.
Flowers blooming.
Sweet Cempaka’s smell in the air.
It was an early morning.
Time to give “Thanks” at the ancestors temple.
Gods & Goddesses would be pleased.
But there was nobody to greet them.
This time she did not come out of the room.
His mother died.
RIP Dear Ibu Made ......"NENEK"
