Dear Maa It has been fourteen years today since you left us. Fourteen years, yet it still feels like yesterday that I last heard your voice, saw your gentle smile, felt your soft hands, and leaned into your warmth. Time has moved on, but your memories have not faded even a little. They live in every corner of our hearts, as alive and as comforting as ever. So much has changed, Maa. Life looks different now, and we have all grown; Me, Neetu, Abba & Mahi. We often talk about how you would have felt seeing us today, how much you would have smiled at the way we have all turned out. You would have been proud, I know it, the way I try to carry a part of you in everything I do. But even with all this growth, the truth is that your absence still feels like an unhealed wound. Some days are lighter, some days are harder, but no day ever feels completely whole without you. There are moments when I still look for you, in the smell of your favourite dish, in the rustle of your saree that ...
Today, India mourns the loss of one of its most resolute and fearless political leaders, Sitaram Yechury. A stalwart of the Left, a defender of democracy, and a tireless champion of social justice, Yechury’s passing leaves a void that will be felt across the political spectrum and beyond. From his early days as a student leader at Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU), where he served as the president of the students’ union, Yechury was known for his unwavering commitment to democratic principles and his fearless advocacy for the marginalised. In those formative years, he first made his mark on the national stage, leading protests and standing up against the authoritarian measures imposed by then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi during the Emergency. As a young leader, Yechury became a symbol of resistance, a voice of reason in tumultuous times, and a powerful advocate for the rights of students and citizens alike. His revolt against Indira Gandhi's regime showcased his courage and deep-...
Dear Ma, It’s been 8 long years without you, No matter how much I try, I know you still won’t come back. I still remember the day you left, I didn’t know how to react. You died on a Friday evening, we had you placed under a tree in that graveyard. I still remember you saying “Dying is part of life." I miss you. I wish you were here. I can tell you a mom is irreplaceable for a child. When a mom dies, her child is no longer whole. The loss makes it hard to breathe. That child flails in the wind like a cottonwood seed. A piece of fluff that gets knocked about the world by the wind. Sometimes I landed on solid ground, sometimes I landed in a pond and almost drowned. But I’m still here. I survived. In the year after your death my dreams plagued me whether they were about your death or when they fooled me into thinking you were still alive. The waking up and again remembering you were dead was the hardest point of each day. I searched for many things to fill mysel...
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