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Kartik Varma's avatar

I had to hold back a tear or two. Grief hits so randomly.

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Pallavi Aiyar's avatar

Yes. It does

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Anjali Kelling's avatar

I stopped going to Bombay after my parents died. The city no longer meant anything to me.

Then it hit me. It was hardly ever the city in the first place. It had been my parents all along.

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Pallavi Aiyar's avatar

Hugs.

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Shruti's avatar

You write very well, this is obvious. But when you write about grief or about your mother, it hits hard and goes within. I couldn’t stop reading. I couldn’t stop crying. Beautiful.

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Pallavi Aiyar's avatar

Thank you

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Judi Kilachand's avatar

So beautifully written, so moving, so true!

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Ratna. Raman's avatar

wonderfully written

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Pallavi Aiyar's avatar

Thank you!

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Hari Ram's avatar

With my mother passing away, I sometimes struggle with grief. Reading this allows me to cope ...better. I felt the same when I went to Hyderabad last month, tough to put it in words. But lets catch since you are back in Madrid, speak soon.

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Pallavi Aiyar's avatar

🙏🏽❤️

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Sumita Thapar's avatar

Beautiful. There's also this saying isn't it, Chairavati Chairavati. Sanskrit I think, to keep moving.

Loved your session with Shashi Tharoor and the Ikigai writer. I watched online from Lucknow.

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Pallavi Aiyar's avatar

Yes. There is solace in the idea: chairavatie

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Rohan Banerjee's avatar

Oh man, what a gut punch of an essay.

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Javier's avatar

What a wonderful text Pallavi! Que bien contado

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Pallavi Aiyar's avatar

Gracias

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Ultano Kindelan's avatar

Beautiful article Pallavi, thank you! I sense that, grief not wthstanidng, you enjoyed the literary fair

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