A matryoshka doll left us today. No, she didn't die, neither did she just throw a tantrum, fight with her other four friends, stomp her foot on the ledge of the glass almira she had set residence in, she just decided in one sweep of the duster that she did not want to be seen, not any more.

So hereby, I take charge of his timed disappearance and pray that the best follows her wherever she is, or perhaps, that she may get as she pleases to.

She was the tiniest among the five matryoshka dolls. I had purchased this set from a Goan flea market in the March of 2016. I had seen them and taken to them with an absolutely immediate liking. The dolls, held a visage for me. Unlike their Russian counterparts, these were home-bred, so they wore a bright red sari with yellow flowers printed.