It’s been almost nine years since I lost my husband and I am still getting used to it. No, I don’t sit around crying all day, nor do I curse the fates that have taken him away from me. Emotionally I have accepted his death and absolutely believe he is in a better place. What…
Read moreSundays in Thane in the 1960s
I have been born and brought up in Thane. Though today it is a bustling metropolis, fifty odd years ago it was a small cluster of villages and everyone knew everyone. I loved the fact that hens and ducks and pigs roamed the streets and that you could hear the church bell peal in the…
Read moreWhen Poetry Heals
Six years! I can hardly believe it’s been six years since that fateful day. The doctor’s face is a blur. I just remember he had a beard. The clock was huge with a yellow and gold rim; the numbers large and the time was two forty a.m.. Of course that was not the time on…
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