So, Mumbai....

I thought about whether I should blog about Mumbai as well. I felt that the 183 people dead in Mumbai have provided enough 'content' - both visual and audio - to thousands of magazines, scores of newspapers and tens of news channels already. Their loved ones have provided sound bytes and touching visuals and video clips to all of the above – specifically the last named. Is it fair to ask more of them? Could we stretch it a little more and use them as blog fodder as well? It seemed exploitative and so I didn't want to write about Mumbai.

Spaces

My aunt is dying in a hospital in Kerala. My mother is there with her. As are several more of her sisters. Her children are there with her. Sundry relatives come and go. People call – twice, thrice a day to ask for updates. I am not there. I call when in the middle of my busy time and my leisure time, memories of her suddenly creep up. When I look around at something and it reminds me of some moment that I shared with her. Despite this, I am at peace. With myself and with her.