by Makola

Today is dadi jaan’s death anniversary. I’ll do the obvious and pray for her but some part of me which wanders along the corridors of my mind will try to imagine her here, her voice, her smile, her. 

I sometimes think if it would be easier were she here. I then think back to everything I have heard of her. There is only one picture I have of her. And then I find my answer. Yes, it would be easier. But I know she’s in a happier, peaceful and real place.

I just miss her.