The three sons gathered after ten years, at their mother’s funeral. Death achieved what a lifetime of efforts couldn’t. (A brief one in memory of you, grandma.)

Two stories, two separations – one is yet to occur, the other is yet to be realized. #1 I am afraid, you will quietly leave me someday like the waves recede softly from the shores back to the endless sea and I, like the shore, will keep waiting for the waves to advance and kiss… Read More Mismatch of perception