A few years ago, in Calcutta : my mother on her deathbed. I, inconsolable, pray and pray – to whom, I’m not sure – that let this only be a dream. A bad dream but a dream, please, just a dream.
Then I woke up.
A few years ago, in Calcutta : my mother on her deathbed. I, inconsolable, pray and pray – to whom, I’m not sure – that let this only be a dream. A bad dream but a dream, please, just a dream.
Then I woke up.