But then I went out side of her bedroom and knocked. She put her nighty down and came up from pillow and said “ya, whos there?” I replied “ its ...e didi” “ pleez come in tarun”. “Kya hoova didi? Not feeling well ?” She said “yea” “Whats the reason?” I said. “Well, u cant understand even if I try to make u understood, u wont” NILIMA DIDI replied with a very mild voice. I said “ didi, tell me frankly, if u don’t mind. Any prob with jijaji?” “no and yes” she said. I said “what that means?” She. They just wanted her body to be found, brought back for local burial, and have closure in this matter. Vanessa had to spend a few weeks in the hospital's psychiatric unit being heavily sedated and watched constantly. Robert returned to work which was the only outlet for him. His daughter was still missing and presumed dead. His wife slowly going insane while he, himself, was physically and emotionally exhausted. He had put a million dollar reward to her whereabouts. That was all he could do at. Her great grandfather watched her hands move lovingly over my upper arms, chest, face, and fingers through my hair. Seeing that she wasn’t going to meltdown or go completely psycho, he went to get the others moving their butts to put things away. The girl was trying to say something, and her mouth was moving, but her brain wasn’t quite able to make it work yet.Using the place in my head, I looked to see if it was something in her brain that I could fix. There wasn’t. Like some of the non-verbal. His attention was so completely occupied with the veritable river flowing beneath his mouth, so completely involved in gulping in the cool, life giving liquid, that he did not see the small herd of goats milling about, the small fire crackling in the open pit in front of the shack, or the young woman that sat cross legged beside her fire with startled wonder written in her eyes. He drank, huge swallows, one mouthful right after the other. He didn't even bother to remove his face from the water.