Everyone looked at Purab; especially his father, who stood alone, in the distance, leaning on a tree. Smoke spiralled up like snakes from the incense sticks despite the rain. Men stood as strong as their wives held on to them. His father left halfway through without kissing Purab goodbye. "He's selfish and deserves to die," his uncle explained, watching his brother leave, "your mother didn't love him. She loved me.