Earlier this week, a friend shared this letter (excerpt 3). Words that have stuck with me for over two decades now
I am sending some emails when a new one downloads. Saathi the name reads and my face breaks into a
I watch him squint in the twilight, his face looking bare without glasses. “Can you read this?” he holds a
I eye the phone longingly. My fingers itch to dial Amma’s cell phone number but I desist. I can picture
The window over my sink lets in a mottled mix of sun and clouds. A grey sky putting up a
I love looking back. I collect memories. I relive the years gone past. I look into old photographs and
We savor each moment. We look at the horizon together, our hands linked by the little ones in between.
I stand by the bathtub watching you massage our baby with oil. The sun streams in from the half-open blinds
I stood by the window over the sink looking out into the dull, drab day. The sky was overcast and
I watch as Saathi cajoles and sweet talks the twins into posing for pictures. It is a regular Sunday. Toys
I flip through the pictures in our wedding album. Loud. Vibrant. Chaotic. Happy. Each picture tells a story. Of expectations
Yesterday was one of those days when I woke with a heaviness in my heart. The kind you keep to
Eager eyes, heart beating faster, I spy the rather large car filled with people come to a stop before the
For once when the alarm went off at 5:00 AM this morning I did not wake up with a startle
As the days close in on the end of January when my life as I knew it changed for ever
Today marks four years to the day since Appa breathed his last. As my mother, sister and I stood around
You stand by the doorway one hand on the door, shooting lingering glances at our daughters. You bend down one
Late yesterday evening as the closing credits rolled on screen after the movie ended, I was a sobbing blubbery mess.
Waking up to the sound of the telephone ringing, I sauntered over to the little balcony in our bedroom overlooking
Another year passed us by. Brushing over the blemishes. Masking the imperfections. Leaving behind the dull glow of burnished gold.
Waking up alone in the house for the first time in a long while, I tapped the alarm. Pausing a