I am recovering from my grief…
I just don’t know where to begin. Multiple things have happened to me in the past and I am just trying to pick things up.
This July, my dear mother passed away. She was unwell since January this year and was admitted in a hospital. Mom dear was nearing 80 and her lungs had given away. I guess, she could not handle the infamous Delhi pollution; she already had chronic asthma.
If you are following my blog, you would know that I live in Delhi. Mom was staying with me until November 2017 and all seemed fine with her. Though Dwarka ( my neighborhood) is very much in Delhi, the air here is much more clean than the other parts of the city.
But, when she shifted to the northern part of the city ( where my younger brother lives), she could not manage the dirt and pollution of that place. Anand Vihar is one of the dustiest parts of Delhi and in winters, this place makes life miserable. Off course, my mon did not know about the reputation of this place. All she wanted was to spend a few days with her youngest son and his family.
Things deteriorated in mid January and she had to be admitted to a hospital where she stayed for the next 7 months.
Thankfully, my younger brother is a doctor so my mother received the best possible treatment for her breathing problems. But, she being asthematic, couldn’t handle the medical complications. Ultimately, she breathed her last on July 25, 2018.
My world crashing down upon me; my guru, my only guru had left me alone in the world. For many years, I had prided that I have a complete family- both parents, brothers and their families. After all, how many people in the world have their parents around? I was a lucky fellow!
So that is why my dear readers, I have not been writing regularlyy. Please excuse me for this lapse.