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As helpless as I am at this stage, can only wish she gets peace and solace, where ever she is now. Wish could see her one last time. Cried remembering her innocent and anguished face when I was in hospital with her the last time. Cried remembering her lost self when she mumbled to me, holding my hand, that she didn't want to go to Mumbai when we were on our way to drop her at the airport (after which she could never return to Delhi to our place). Cried remembering her painful life towards the end of her stay with us, not being able to perform even her daily morning ablutions and too weak to hold herself. Then came back the old memories of childhood when both of us used to have fun enacting bed time stories, she would take up the sparrow's role and I would be the crow. She would take viva tests of mathematical tables. She would play board games with me. She would be a silent audience in front of television. She would suddenly come up with some character of her past lif...

Never expected to return to blogging at this note and to share this weird experience. Well, it was not a usual day as it is not every day that I face my super boss (who is settled in Mumbai for all official purposes) and accompany him for meetings which are completely governed by him (to the extent that the other party hardly gets a chance to defend his position). Though I was happy to take off from office a bit early as I was saved from the usual operational hassles which keep me in office. I was all enthusiastic to go home early and attend (the newly joined) gym after a gap of 2 days (Before u go all oooohh, let me tell you I end up marking my presence in the gym only 3-4 times a week.) So, I was out of my office building, crossing the busy Cubbon Park junction onto the Lavelle Road, trying to catch hold of an auto (which is one of the toughest tasks of the day for me) to go to Old Airport Road. After a waiting time of 5 mins or so got into an auto, the driver of which insisted on go...