Daadi died and took away the smell, jibes, achar, kahani, mithai
“15 years have gone, yet the smell of citrus from her hand is so strong.
Daadi died and took away the smell, jibes, achar, kahani, mithai, morning walks and pallu of old cotton sari with her. When they carried her away, she was draped in silk smelling like roses.
Lessons from my teacher-cum-mother extended at home for me. When she couldn’t go out, her anger walked around. I missed Daadi.
My father missed her too. His unstable mind was tranquilized only by medicines after Daadi. No prasad, no jhad-phuk, no cuddles and no offerings of my vaginal juice for him.”