“July 3 whatsapp message: Friday lunch with ma,baba,what u want,muttonjhole and fish,sunday lunch all of us with luchi.”
But we didn’t have any luchi. I fell ill. But she took care of me. Then she took me to the airport and bid me goodby.
She made mutton and fish. She invited friends. It was a merry time but she could scarcely eat.
I went to to doctor with her. I wondered at how many doctors she saw. It was a gamut. She seemed to be on top of it all. And on top of mutton and fish to be made. Didn’t let on how ill she was.
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At first the snow falls slowly - this pain - in the form of tears - not unlike the first snowfall. Hard and heavy and wet.
Then it turns into a frozen tundra. Not as much snow as ice that takes over your life. Less precipitation but the permafrost takes hold underneath the ground, this pain.
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