no word...

When I had first met her I had thought how can someone so short- statured have such a huge personality.Her broad smile,her impeccable control on language and her colourful shiffon sarees ,all added to the charm.Whether you listened to it on AIR ,where she worked,or just casually chatting with a neighbour,her voice was the kind you don't forget easily. Yesterday I met her again after almost a decade.She is someone else .The glow and the charm are gone,so is the memorable voice.She lost her only son a few weeks ago and since then a smile, a hug or a kind word evoke no response.As she sat there at the doctor's clinic with her husband,staring into nothingness,I hugged her tight,hid a tear and turned away.I realised why there is no word in any language for a parent who loses a child.