Read it on the mail – didn’t quite say so in the subject, but the matter was pretty clear even before I opened it. Dadi is with you now. Another one of your loved ones you have called to you. Spoke to C, she doesn’t seem to mind it. Actually no one else but you would have, had you been here. I hear you telling me that you would’ve gone through VC’s, this would not have been more than that. K kya kare Ms. G? I need to live here for a good time so that the current family doesn’t suffer. It’s not much of suffering for me as of now, but it will grow more later I feel.
Dadi’s memories? Her frail self, her false teeth, her walking stick, her blessings in Punjabi, R’s replies to those and the laughter. Your lovely, lovely laughter! A laughter which embarassed me to begin with, but will stay with me forever – hopefully. Or is the coming one going to write over it?
