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The people you love are never really gone

Some mornings are touched by the extraordinary and always when one needs it the most. My father opens my late grandmother’s Gita and out flutters a little page of ruled paper, browning all over and roughly ripped out of an … Continue reading

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My grandmother’s story

About ten years ago I lost my grandmother on my mother’s side, my Didu. She died in September, so it is not quite an obligatory remembering exercise but more a thinking out loud about someone that once lived and filled … Continue reading

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