My mother did not carry a hankie.
She wiped herself at the end of her saree palav.
On boxing day 2003, I received a call that she had passed away.
She was seventy-five years old. She had rung the day before for xmas and was waiting for my eldest daughter to ring her. It sounded urgent!
When I arrived back home, she had already been cremated. I never saw her.
No one would say how she died.
I figured the rest out…………
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