My mother, Devi,  was something else. Nice to a fault. I’d always get a bit mad at her for insisting on looking at only the good aspect of everything. Me – I tend to be boringly practical – but hey,…

Everyone who came to know about my mother’s death (now there’s a word that is so – final) kept praising me – about how well I looked after her. My mother was easy to be with, easy to look after,…

Its crazy. We keep seeing DOB (date of birth).  When I saw DOD on the hospital document – it just broke my heart afresh. Date of Death – February 8, 2010. Who would ever want their mother to die? Stop…