Last time

Bijli aunt used to come to our Kharagpur in the evening, an old lady who lived next door to us, often or everyday. One night when Bijli aunt was leaving, grandmother went to the kitchen to fetch water from the faucet. The back porch door was locked. Suddenly my grandmother saw that Bijli Aunt entering the house through the back door and entered the inner room passing the drawing room. My brother saw her standing in the passage while crossing the door and he curiously asked her, "Aunt did you come again, do you want anything?" My brother Called me. I said, "Coming." Grandmother, "How can she come from there, the back door is closed". After she left our house, another aunt came, she didn't understand our conversation and asked, "Who are you talking about? Who came?" Mother, "That is Bijli Aunt". The Aunt, "what do you mean? How can she come? She was very surprised and mumbled," she had died seven days ago." Mother was shocked," What are you talking about, is it true? we met her yesterday". I did not see her for the last time. She gave advice for doing some puja in the house and left.