Dancing on my grave

The darkness within

“If you see me go into that state, please hold my hand. I’ll be fine then.” A more self-aware statement had not been heard from D in a long time. All the anger, rage, mania, distilled into one tremendously tender realisation. It happened when he was alone. ‘It’ was a place where D may have

It takes a village

People try to find a doctor for a dead person, who never needed or wanted them when alive.

Prayers for a father

When a friend’s father dies…

Annamma’s cross

a Sunday at my Mom’s grave.