Having lost her parents, the poet avoids active grief and tears, not yet ready to let go of her memories and moments.
Time with our grandparents, with the stories they tell us, have so much more of an effect on our lives than we realise. A grandma's legacy always lives on.
Autumn. Fall. The pleasant time before winter sets in, when the festive season blooms in all its glory. Not just in India, but in most countries.
The boys smiled. Carefully she opened it and put teekas for both of them, "to make up for all the navamis we’ve missed together" she said, eyes twinkling as always.
By the time they got her out and calmed her down, Bela murmured in low tones how devastated she was that she could not be Sora’s brother anymore.
Then after a sip, she said, “Do you really think that Basanti works so silently because she loves to? Could you really believe that her cheek was swollen due to slipping?“ She was looking straight into my eyes, piercingly.
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