In the name of the father…

A few weeks back, a friend's mother passed away, and they were nowhere near being prepared. They are all going about their business and pretending everything was normal, only nothing was, is, normal. She does not even know, at this point anyway, whether she ever will be normal. Inside her, that is. How does one … Continue reading In the name of the father…


Losing my father

I lost my father less than a month back. The word lost feels quite right because I keep looking for him. As if he were misplaced, went missing like we feared he would. As if he could turn up, like a sock or a set of keys, if I looked hard enough or long enough. … Continue reading Losing my father

The unbearable sadness of quiet grief

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. -Henry Wordsworth I was less than 10 years old when the Chasnala mining disaster happened and a couple of my father’s friends died, apart from nearly 400 others,- an accident which at the time shook the nation. It was the first time I witnessed … Continue reading The unbearable sadness of quiet grief