"Mom don't cry, I am right here, standing beside you". I said, screaming and crying at the top of my lungs. She is not noticing me. Nothing has changed after my death, when I was alive people looked at my body and labelled me as an average looking person and now I left my body but still no one is paying attention to my soul, no one ever did before. Why was I expecting things to change? My mom was crying in such a manner which made me feel guilty of not being visible, but I am helpless. She kept on screaming my name "Akanksha, Akanksha". Every time I heard my name I had this strange feeling of replying her with a yes or a hug just as I used to do when I was 10 years old. When life was not at all complicated.
My father and my two sisters, Rehana the eldest and the prettiest amongst us and Ayesha, the youngest and the most talented one were talking to the police, "Blah, blah, blah". I was least interested in what they were speaking about me. On the other hand, I was the second daughter unlike my sisters I was the useless one, neither pretty nor capable of anything. I don't blame others for neglecting me ofcourse people never spotted me between Miss college, my elder sister and Miss topper in everything, my younger sister, and I was struggling to pass my exams. It's not like that I wasn't trying. I tried to prove myself worthy of my family but failed.
They are placing my body into those glass trucks or whatever the dead body taking vehicles are known as. I am not liking this situation at all, my family was breaking down. Oh no! Ayesha is vomiting. God what is this? My sister is vomiting by looking at my deadbody. Under different circumstances I would have laughed but right now I am more concerned about my mom. The way she is crying is killing me. I know I am already dead

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We reached the graveyard, though we are Hindus, we don't burn dead bodies, family traditions I don't know why? I think my mom has lost all her energy in crying cause she is looking exhausted atleast she stopped crying. My father and sisters also don't seem in any better condition then mom. But why? They always wanted me gone. Now, I have seen enough of chaos. I just want to rest in peace, so I started raising my body towards the sky, spirit stuffs. I was feeling nervous about what kind of souls I might come across? One meter towards the sky, two meters, three, four and much more I was not keeping an account on the length cause I sucked at maths. The scene is beautiful in a sad manner just like my eyes. I am stuck! I am not able to go above this why?! God why?! Now at a high speed I am falling towards the ground and I am back to the unbearable scene again. But why?! Am I not even worthy of leaving this world?!!