Home isn’t home without dadi around. Everything reminds me of her. We all have our own ways of coping. In my case, I’m coping on varying scales with different things, so I finally channelised my energy into writing when it came to dadi dearest.
After her passing, I wrote a very short poem which aptly described what I was feeling. So I’m sharing that poem with you here.
Why did you just disappear?
When you know you’re
Our dadi dear,
But you’re so strong,
We have nothing to fear,
You’re always with us
Even if you’re not here.
A big hello to my rockstar up there who is watching over me, being my guardian angel like she always was.
To me, Chennai is home. It has been home for the last twenty one years. Whether I decide to settle in London or Paris, Bihar or Kerala, Chennai will be my home. But what’s there in Chennai? Why is it synonymous to home?
Ink and Paper 