To my friends....
Those two overused words: Thank and You.
deponti to the world
Those two overused words: Thank and You.
Some reasons why I think we have all these rites and rituals:
We had given an insertion in the newspaper, “ A V passed away”. It turns out there is another A V with connections to Calcutta, the city we grew up in, whose dad has the exact same name as my father, too…since the insertion appeared, we have been fielding calls from people who think this is the OTHER A V! I don’t know whether to cheerfully announce, “YOUR A V is probably hale and hearty, drop that funerary tone from your voice!” or to say quietly, as I do, “In any case, I am glad you called with affection in your heart..do keep in touch with those whom you have lost touch.”…there was a sneaky wish in my heart, once or twice, that it needn’t have been OUR A V…but then I was horrified at what I was thinking….
“How many people will be having dinner?” (Remember, the idlis we bought from the nearby restaurant ran out yesterday morning because eight extra people showed up.)
I had hardly entered my home after the Thattekkad trip when I got the news….I lost my dearly beloved brother….