Ananya sat in the dark living room one evening, blankly watching the television. Meera jumped onto her lap and softly asked, "Amma, do you remember dancing?"
Ananya blinked as if trying to remember.
Meera took out her small tablet and played a tune - an old song Ananya had loved. "Dance with me," she begged.
Ananya faltered. She hadn't danced in years. But then Meera took her hands and whirled, laughing. The laughter was infectious. A faint smile played on Ananya's lips.
It was the beginning of the break in the walls around her heart.