Why do we write? We write lest we forget, lest the passage of time blur those memories, dull the impression of those moments.
Mom’s journey from life to death,
From ‘is’ to ‘was’,
Spanned six decades and just a few seconds…
The Calcutta of her memories was now restricted to the confines of her mind and existed nowhere.
I wouldn’t be doing justice to the period if I didn’t also mention some very nice things that also happened in that same span of time.
In her absence I realise how the little things matter the most in life.
Mom may be gone but she it’s as if as her ashes were scattered she became a part of everything around me. Now she is everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
The kabutar or pigeon was the only ‘pet’ that I can claim to have had while growing up. As a kid I remember faffing during a school assignment and trying to be cool by claiming I had worms as pets, this to compete with people who had cool pets like dogs and rabbits and what […]
People are irreplaceable, no matter how much we like grouping them, pigeonholing them, the truth is no one is quite like the other ever. That’s what makes their loss all the more poignant and final. When I think of mom I miss her spirit, the same spirit which got her to eat the bitter fruit […]
Sometimes wisdom can come from unexpected sources, and sometimes it just doesn’t
In this inverted Disney land that we inhabit, the beauty is not cosmetic, it’s in your face, brutal and unforgiving. At times it can even be mistaken for ugliness. With rudeness just around the corner, real emotions flitting in and out of masks before you have even perceived the flip, and emotions that are universal […]