When seen through an Indian’s eyes, India looks very different from the promos one sees internationally. It’s not about the monuments, it’s about the moments.
1991, 1997, and then again in 2011, I’ve experienced a sudden rush of overwhelming grief. This year, though, it’s been followed by the realization that death can come unannounced to anyone, anywhere, anytime.
My maternal grandmother passed away on Saturday. I don’t know if there is a heaven, but I hope she has gone to a happy, pain-free place. Love you, Nani.
As I bid adieu to 2010, I hope you’ll take the time connect or reconnect with my musings. It’s been a wonderful ride and I look forward to your company in 2011.