The brothers were together in life and death. Kartik and Pratik shared the same grave on Thursday.
The priest read out from the Holy Bible around 2 pm at the Indian Catholic Cemetery. The faithful said the Lord's Prayer in silence.
Rita leaned against her husband Alangiam P Kalaichelvan. His efforts to hold back tears were visible from a distance, even through a sheet of drizzle. The couple stood, as if alone, in the crowd, unable to console each other.
A little away stood a group of men, friends of Kalaichelvan, a captain with Kingfisher Airlines. They were whispering to each other, discussing the possibilities that might have led to the Beechcraft crash that killed their friend's children.
Sexy Costumes Replica Chopard WatchThe mother's wail drowned the priest's repeating of the antiphon as the caskets were lowered one after the other into the grave. The men discussing the crash fell silent.
The mourners reluctantly moved forward. A man held out loose earth on a tray for them. The bereaved ignored him. Instead of mud, they dropped handfuls of petals into the grave, and returned to where they had been standing.
The man silently stepped aside, confused and bewildered. He watched others walking past him with petals - mostly of red rose. A bed of red soon rose from the grave and reached the ground level.
Captain Kalaichelvan took a couple of steps forward. He looked around and spluttered something loudly. Realising that no one had understood his words, he paused a bit before a second attempt. "There is a prayer..." he fixed his gaze on the ground as he could not complete the sentence.
The seasoned pilot in the bereaved father soon took over. Kalaichelvan took a deep breath and held his head high. "There is a prayer meeting at three. All are welcome. Please come." His words were loud and clear.
brown handbagKalaichelvan returned to his wife. And they walked out, towards their car. Several others, too, left the cemetery after them.
Credit:Arun Dev
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