Saturday, 25 October 2014

The beginning of small things...

I had lost my mother, months back. The demise of Kasturba was, losing her, yet again.








Bapu vowed for complete silence, soon after Kasturba passed away.






He never spoke a word, and all he had to say, was conveyed through written messages.





One day, Bapu wrote to me. To go back to Rajkot. And, start off my studies, once again.










I stayed back.




My world was somehow, increasingly revolving around this strangely charismatic, and affectionate man.





At the length of days, he had turned to be the support, I had been desperately searching for, since my mother's demise.






To be continued.....

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