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Litro #153: Open | Dead Fathers
I quit believing in god a long time ago. But every so often a wish to see Dad again rises in the form of prayer.
Love Departed
I was twelve when Dad passed away. Bhaiya was the closest I had to a father for the greater part of my life. Losing him was like losing my father ...
A Refugee Soul
His voice choked up as he finished. My eyes were all tears. I could see Dad in Lal Kurti, soaking up the earth he had never been able to dust ...
Arranged Love
Love is possible despite imperfections. That is what comes through loud and clear when I think of them now. They were two strangers thrown together in an arranged marriage.
Family: Memorial
“I place the incense sticks on the earth in front of each trunk. Normally, I’d count to make sure that no tree gets any more or less. But ...