My friend Mike died four years ago. He was an outstanding person, smart and funny, the best conversationist ever, a romantic whose blurts were legend. Short in stature, gigantic in personality. He could fill a room with cheer and his facebook page with brilliant political commentary and humour. He delighted in spraying cards with his …
Sixty years ago today, I was born on an elephant in the eastern Indian state of Odisha, formerly Orissa, on the Bay of Bengal, to a Punjabi father and a Welsh mother. This birthday is particularly painful because my dad died this past July and he was a true aficionado when it came to birthday …
My sister recounted my mother’s sadness, how she burst into tears when it was time for my sister to leave. My sister held her for a few minutes to comfort her and left anyway. To what extent are we responsible for alleviating another’s sadness, particularly if the source of our grief is the same? Do …
There is no better endorsement of a restaurant than one that is frequented by patrons who hail from the same part of the world as the food served there. When they do concede to eat there, it is always somewhat begrudgingly, rarely complimenting the food beyond, « It’s okay. » or, « I could have …
These pictures were taken three months before my father died. My mother had an appointment that day and by then he was too ill to stay on his own for any length of time. I took my camera along to document the day. One way to cope with the impending death of a loved one …
Mike, we always hated that saying “everything happens for a reason”. We preferred to say things happened because of science. Where we once gazed at the same moon, 600 km apart, over respective heartbreaks, I am alone tonight under this bleak November moon. And you are gone because of science, the final heartbreak that stopped …
Bird noises at the avian vet. Reading the same page over and over again as wandering mind scrolls through worse case scenarios. Feathers and bone encase his crackling lungs and tiny, beating heart. This small thing with wings, this source of daily joy, has embedded itself deeply in my mundane life. Tell me, how can …
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