On the day of her Shradh, everything is normal. The maids come and go, people go to work, children go to school, the trains and the buses struggle to run on time; the sun rises, it will rise to its ...Read More
They say there are five stages of grief. Seven maybe. Either way, I think I can say I’ve been through about four. Or am going through them – they’re going back and forth for me to be unable to pinpoint ...Read More
You went in what they call 'an unnatural way'. They usually mean a murder, suicide or an accident. They mean you died young. Suddenly, even 40 is young when you are dead. If you're alive, though, it is the opposite.
You ...Read More
A sword lodged in stone. That is how Francisco Goldman describes a daughter's love for her missing father in his visceral tribute to his late wife Aura Estrada in his book Say Her Name which is partly a grief diary of ...Read More
Sorrow can be solid; you can feel it thumping, knocking the air out of your lungs, rendering you incapable of drawing breath, air inches away but so still, you cannot suck it in.
A thousand thoughts rush through your brain and ...Read More
The thing about death is,
you cannot call.
You cannot call them again.
Ever.
I think that is what tears you apart,
what tears you up. Read More
This balcony is perfect. It gives the luxury of both shade and sunshine from the morning sun at the same time. You can sit in such a way that your legs are warmed by the sun while the head rests ...Read More
I was a tad surprised when he told me that he wouldn’t be able to meet me late evening since it was late, and he would have to return home. You don’t always expect guys to rush homewards just because ...Read More
Grief should be a story well told..
we should be able to say,
"Ah well, it was a life well lived
and sad that it ended..
But here is the thing...
nothing was left undone,
unsaid,
unexplained,
hands were held,
love shared,
pain halved..
peace embraced,
sure, it ended too soon..
the full ...Read More
