Sunday, 2 November 2014

The newly found mother...

Sometimes, I just feel a bit too afraid.






I don't know why.







Maybe because, I lost the people I loved, and wanted to cling on to. They somehow left me, untimely.








My mother, Kasturba, and .........








I just didn't want to lose Bapu.






He had turned my mother, unusually, but truly.








November, 1944.




Bapu called me to his side. He was alone, and looked perturbed, yet calm.





I sat down, by his side.





To be continued.....

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