ABSTRACT
This excerpt is translated from Indira Goswami’s autobiography written in Assamese, Adha Likha Dostabez. Goswami narrates the day she confronts the bitter day of her life, the day of the death of her husband. She rushes to the Udhampur hospital which is filled with many people and everyone seems to be waiting for her arrival. Nobody says a word. She is curious to know why everyone is so quiet. The doctor asks her to follow him. Suddenly he stops in front of the door of the emergency ward. She is taken aback. While she moves forward she notices blood everywhere. Her husband is sleeping in a bed flooded with blood. As she steps forward to hold his hand she lets out a cry. The hand is cold as ice.
