"I am not crying 'cause you left me on my own. 

I am not crying 'cause you left me with no warning. 

I am just crying cause I cannot escape even when you leave me free" 

CIEL means Heaven)

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It was around the beginning of Autumn when the suffocating humidity started. 

The roar of rain as droplets pelted the ground made the trunks of the trees droop heavily. 

Occasionally the sky would glow, then ominously undulate with the roll of thunder, and rain would fall to the ground.

Lightning strikes were accompanied by tearing rumbles that ripped across the sky.

The river, which normally trickled gently, now rose Fiercely. Its tempo was unpredictable and beating wildly. 

In front of nature and its glorious form, humans were tiny. 

She was scared to the point where she wanted to close her eyes and cry about her miserable fate.

"Mummy!", A little girl around six called her.

"Yes! My Child", Her mother said. 

"Are we going to stay in heaven?", the girl with two pigtails asked her mother. 

"Yes! We are going to heaven and we will meet good people there too" " her mother said to her.

To the little girl, Heaven was a place of peace, love, community, and worship, where God was surrounded by good people who worked as Angels.

Her deep black eyes were enchantingly wide as she bounced like a ball. 

They were drenched in rain and their clothes were sticking to their bodies.

Both mother and daughter stood in front of the main gate of the Sikh temple. She came to help in the work of the Langer process.

(A/N:- In Sikhism, a langar is the community kitchen of a gurdwara, which serves meals to all free of charge, regardless of religion, caste, gender, economic status, or ethnicity)

She took a deep breath and suddenly she heard small sneezes coming from her daughter. She took her daughter on her waist and moved to the narrow path beside the Gurdwara Sahib.

Through her shivering hands, she knocked on the door of a house.

"CL! You are here. You are here too. Good. Good. Come inside", An elderly woman opened the door and saw both mother and daughter trembling due to cold and also their wet clothes. She quickly took them to her house and gave clothes and food to them.

Both mother and daughter changed their clothes and ate their food. An elderly woman was sitting beside them and eyeing them with her old scrunching eyes.

Feeling the gaze on herself and her daughter. That woman named CL couldn't stop herself from clearing the matter with that elderly woman. 

"Tomorrow is Langer. So I'm here to help you again. Just like the past", CL said and that elderly woman smiled softly and then spoke, "You did good. We needed you"

CL nodded her head.

The elderly woman handed her a big glass of warm milk to the little girl who was snuggling into the warm embrace of her mother.

CL smiled softly as her arms were tightly wrapped around her six-year-old daughter. CL helped her daughter drink milk and soon her little girl fell asleep on her lap.

"Take rest. Tomorrow will be a lot of work", That elderly woman left her alone in the small room with the sleepy Little girl.

CL covered her daughter properly and thanked heaven for the help she always gets in her needs. 

She sighed weakly and stared outside of the window sill. The moon was hidden into the dark sky. 

Thunderous lights were still flashing in the darkness.

She closed her eyes and then stared at her daughter. An angry tear, a helpless tear, a melancholy fell on her cheeks.

From the CIEL of a foreign country to becoming a single mother 'CL' in the Indian community in Canada, she covered a long distance alone but this time she had her Little daughter, Jagat Mohini.

She came to Canada and tried to communicate with the Indian community only because her love was from India. 

Ciel's ancestors were basically from Turkey but her parents were born and studied in NY. Ciel was born and raised in NY and lost all contact with her relatives after the death of her parents.

She met an Indian boy named Jagat Vishwam in her high school and fell in love with him who at last left her just like her parents did, all alone in this world.

But Jagat completely broke when she was carrying his baby inside of her only to protect her from the unknown, unexpected threats. 

The night passed and the next morning fell on the pair of mother and daughter who were ready to help in the kitchen for Langer. 

After wrapping up her work, She crossed the door of Peace and entered the chamber.

Ciel listened to the religious hymns in the praise of Waheguru that gave peace to her.

She joined her hands and spoke in a broken voice, "Oh God! Just Protect my daughter. I don't want anything for me. Please"

She pleaded to the wondrous enlightener for her little girl.

She wiped her eyes as time flew quickly and evening came around. Both were tired and wanted their bed to sleep. 

Ciel packed her bag and got ready to leave for her home. The elderly woman saw them coming out of their room with their bags.

She smiled, gently handed a small packet to Ciel and said, "CL! This is your emolument"

Ciel took that packet and put it inside her handbag. She said goodbye and thanked that lady for her support.

Ciel left with her daughter. The elderly woman saw them leaving the front yard of her house.

But, Suddenly, an unwanted and unexpected, dark yet familiar figure fell on that elderly woman who froze on her spot.

"Don't let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you", His deep voice sent chills to her as she felt ashamed.

That man knew that this elder lady was a genuine person and had been acting as a mediator between him and Ciel for the past seven years right after her coming to Canada.

But this time, He caught her hiding half of the money from Ciel and handed only half to her. 

Greed was a plaque. A very dangerous disease. Greedy people lacked empathy and he immediately knew that time had come and it was now the time to make another move in Ciel's life.

His words made that elderly woman understand her fault that she made a mistake by stealing the rightful money from Ciel. 

This man was giving money to her just to be handed over to Ciel. No one could get money by working in the Sikh temple because it was called a Service or service, not work but Ciel lacked this important information about the Sikh temple. She always came and did a service in the kitchen and got money from this lady who came from this man who was silently supporting her from the darkness.

"Sir! I. I just. I forgot about this", She said apologetically and then ran to follow the duo of mother and daughter.

"CL! Take this. This is yours. Your hard-earned money. I forgot to give you this", an Elderly woman spoke with her red face. 

CL, without asking a question, took the money safely clutched her daughter's hand, and said, "Thank you once again. I'll come next time". 

Ciel's voice sounded grateful and then she hailed a cab and sat inside with her daughter. 

Life was not easy. At every step, she was facing so many difficulties but she never stopped earning money for herself and her daughter. She wanted to give happiness and protection to her daughter. 

Coming back to her house, Ciel found a white color envelope lying on the doormats. 

She frowned deeply and took it in her hand. Little Mohini ran to the bedroom and slept like a log. 

Ciel looked at the envelope and fear formed in her heart. No one of her relatives was in contact with her so she couldn't get an envelope. 

All the bills were already paid.

Her mind was running negatively. She opened it and took out a few pieces of paper.

She felt puzzled and immediately she arranged all the small pieces of paper which contained letters on them. 

Ciel completed the task but this paper and the letter pasted on it sucked her soul out of her body.

She fell on the floor and gasped for breath as she sobbed softly. 

"It's not possible. It can't be possible".

This was the last thought of her before seeing her daughter hurriedly coming towards her while rubbing her eyes.

"Mummy! What's wrong?" 

Mohini asked her mother who was crying and only crying as her hand was crushing the paper furiously.

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