Tag: #oldage
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HELPLESS
I visit the senior home- there is a cage in the basement with parakeets that greet and potted plants in the hallway. The walls are pink and cheery and the floors are clean and shiny The air smells like the pool and the hospital – Chlorine and Dettol I take the lift upstairs to where…
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A short story : Jane and Joe
“Did you sleep well?” he asked concerned “Yes I did.” “How are you feeling now?” “I’m much better. Please don’t worry,” she said, her voice soft “How can I not worry? I am your son.” “Son?” she asked confused. “You must go and rest. You just got discharged from the hospital yesterday,” he continued ignoring…
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We Have an Answer…at-least partially
For all those who read my post Dad and I…One of the better days, we finally have an answer. The answer isn’t good, and yet there is a peace and calm at home; the kind of peace one gets at reaching the end of a long, arduous journey. Its not the satisfaction of the destination…
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India Diaries 4 : Its a month!
I haven’t written a post in a long time. It could mean one of two things or both, a) I have been busy being entertained with little or no time to spend behind a computer, punching keys despite my love for it or b) I have been neck-deep battling life’s daily trials and both my…
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India Diaries : The Bystander (Fact, Fiction, Life)
“The hospital needs a bystander if he has to be admitted.” The nurse attending to dad was saying. It was a close-ended statement with no ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’. “Arrange one quickly.” Again a statement; non-negotiable, non-debatable. “Who are you?” “I’m his daughter.” “So you will be staying here with your father.” Again, it was simply…