death
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Remains of the Funeral
So we buried my father. In the past I always thought that when people go through such emotional traumas, their minds would be so clouded that they couldn’t be aware of anything that was happening around them. A haze, I thought, would have surrounded them and they wouldn’t remember a thing once it is all Continue reading
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Farewell to my Baba
My father is dead. I am staring at this sentence that I have just typed. My father is dead. This is my own father whom I am taking about. Not the father of a character from my novel. My father. “Come on,” says a voice in me. “There is NO way!” The voice in me Continue reading
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