Hurt proof...

Often we believe we are hurt proof, untouchable by the vulnerabilties of memories and the deluge of nostalgia that can assail us. yesterday this was proved true for me again.

Rani dad's nurse visited. one thing led to another and i was eventually shedding tears, just a little shower, like it was only yesterday...that dad was here. i became aware that it was 13 months since he died. 22 may to 24 june. my sons nihal and tarun were at home too. we put dad's pic on the dining room wall, and rani, and two of us took turns with rani and dad to get pictured with him.

then we visited his pictures with us during his last days at home in this ephemeral existence. and it was really yesterday once more. he was so alive and present. it was amazing.