2017, Passages

She held his little shirt in her hands for hours. Sometimes she would put it to her eyes, as if its warmth could soothe those burning coals. Then she would rub it across her face, inhaling its scent again and again, even though it was now stale red:Ā  of dried blood. Most of the time she would just hug it, in grave silence or passionate tears, so she could maybe feel him there. And only if she could feel him again, hold his body, swear to God she would never leave! ā€”God knows this. But he still called him up.

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To my ammi, with love!

Happy Birthday and a very happy Mother’s day!! šŸ™‚

I love you loads and I know you know that! But an expression of love is always good!

I can’t thank you for your kindness, support, care and anything because ‘thanks’ is a word too small for anything and everything you have ever done for me..
-Maria.

By the roaring waves!

To my ammi, with love!

To my ammi, with love!

Happy Birthday and a very happy Mother’s day!! šŸ™‚

I love you loads and I know you know that! But an expression of love is always good!

I can’t thank you for your kindness, support, care and anything because ‘thanks’ is a word too small..
-Maria.

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