“You have a call, ” my wife woke me up early in the morning, mercilessly.
I wanted to throw that electronic beast towards the wall as I had been sleeping, so weightless like a feather, for many hours, that too on a lazy Sunday.
“Premji… Saraswati Amma is no more, ” Father Zachariah was on the end. A great sadness doomed his ever-pleasant voice.
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