I remember the sheltered life you had led till Baba was alive but your real grit came forward when you had to live alone after Baba.

Dear Mother, My earliest memory of you is caged in the two-room apartment in north Kolkata. Standing on the balcony I am trying to shake off the tall railings with my little hands, and you smiling affectionately at my desperation. Those days I thought you looked like the Gulmohar outside, flooded with beautiful red blooms. […]