Monday, 31 March 2014


For this first day of Vasant Navratri....


They had brought her back home. They could feel it in their hearts, the inevitable could happen anytime. They all sat around her, quiet, together, not knowing what to do.

She bent over her mother’s face to listen to the faint sounds. The words couldn't come out, no strength left. The struggle to breathe was unbearable for her frail body. Was she asking for something? A miracle drug? One last pull of life? A message? A last wish? What?

A new homecoming.

She picked up her mother's bhajan diary and began reciting. Slowly, she felt her heart begin to heal...

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