Dheedhi counts days with a sparkle in her heart. She hopes to melt her ice-cold loneliness in the warmth of a party. She buys a washing machine. Pickle of mango peel, piquant beef, banana chips… She packs all with pizzazz. But her daughter foresees shards of shame protruding from ma’s mannerisms. Outworn ways, the ill-mannered slurps, unrefined words… “Tomorrow’s function’s limited, ma. I’ll come to pick you another day.” Deedhi’s lips tremble and eyes become moist. Several desires disappear silently in the *Bermuda triangle of generation gap. *A triangle shaped area in the North Atlantic Ocean, where several people, boats, ships and planes have disappeared. First printed in issue #16 of The Literary Hatchet.