The shawl reappears again here, but now its initial connection to the daughter’s outsized and unasked-for responsibilities is also drenched in tragedy as it is the only remnant of her death. That tragedy, embodied in the torn piece of her shawl, is handed down to the son in the form of the father’s story of what happened, a passage of sorrow from one generation to another. Again, note how this story that the narrator is imparting about Aanakwad includes instances of the story’s own telling, showing the process of it moving from one man’s understanding of what happened to a story told among a whole people. The fact that, at this moment, it’s noted that the son never saw Aanakwad again after the day she left is a hint that this widely told story isn’t necessarily accurate. It’s an
interpretation of what happened, told by those left to tell it.