Among Akola’s dusty motifs, settled on the outskirts of Agra, there is grief on the walls of a small family house and uneven cement floor, where the Lavania family waits for the news – any news – Neeraj Lavania and his wife Aparna, who were from London from Air India Flight AI 171.
On Thursday afternoon, B787 Boeing Dreamliner crashed in Meghninagar area carrying 242 passengers and crew – Sardar Vallabhbhai flying from International Airport a few minutes after flying. The flight had only one survivor.
There is no news of the Agra couple since then.
At the center of the village, everyone’s eyes turn into a house – Neeraj’s elder brother, Satish Lavania, the owner of a grocery store who lives in his parents’ house.
Ever since this news broke, women and men from all over the neighborhood have come in.
In a tight room, Arpita, Neeraj’s sister -in -law, is sedentary on a bed. His eyes are empty, his lips were sealed. Around him, his two young children, his sister, and niece sit close, without knowing how to offer comfort. The only sound is a frequent scratch of a roof fan, which is sometimes interrupted by soft sobs.
,Woh Issi is the son of home (He is the son of this family … He used to work in Vadodara, he was a manager in a big company. We are just expecting some good news), “Arpita’s niece Dexa says.
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The house has a crowd with women – some on the floor, other people are catching each other for strength. They pray, offer water, whisper that they also do not fully believe.
,Dare SE Work… There will be a single hi, all the logs will think, then there will be Ekcha Hi ,
Another woman tries to smile, “Abhi toh woh (Satish) raste mein hai… Hospital pahuchke pata chalega. Everything will be there (Right now he (Satish) is on his way … We will know that once he reaches the hospital. Everything will be alright). ,
Satish, a relative, along with some male relatives, left for Ahmedabad on Friday morning to identify the couple. He spoke to Neeraj just before the couple aboard the flight.
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His 18-year-old daughter, who just starts the first year of the college, is in the care of her grandmother in Vadodara.
In the verandah, where men sit quietly, visitors include local MLAs, heads, and neighbors – some sensations, other buses are sitting in solidarity.
“There was a woman who missed the flight because she was stuck in traffic. She survived,” says village head village Chahal. ,Par jab jiska samay aa jaaye … usse jaana hi padta hai… (“But when someone’s time comes … then he has to go …)”
Haraswrop, Neeraj’s cousin, speaks in a fly tone, “My son has gone with Satish. We have not yet told the women … completely. Not. If we do, they will faint. Men are trying to manage grief – we are still waiting for the right moment to tell women.”
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As stories of Neeraj’s previous resurrection, his uncle Veer Prakash sits near Lavania gate and remembers his life.
“He was a cute boy … always smiling, always joking,” he says, “he left Akola 20 years ago. He first worked in the Netherlands for two years, then settled in Vadodara. But he always came back – Holi, Diwali, family works and without weddings – he would meet his old friends.
The last time he went, he hugged old classmates, laughing with neighbors, and went into these very streets. None of them thought that it would be the last time, he said.
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