A Sunday to remember

I rose from slumber sans my alarm, after days it felt good to be awake. Before I left home briefly after my routine, my mom, being the archetype of an Indian mother, she made sure I was well fed even though I was heading out for a breakfast meeting.

Slipping Away….

As she lay her staring at the ceiling lifeless like a cadaver, memories ran through her head and lived it again in her head! She knew what love felt like and what loss was. She had been a sensible loving woman who only knew how to love, live and make this world a better place…