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My dear Kunchu,
In a word, exquisite.
Unbelievably sensitive,and written with a sureness of touch that totally eschews maudlin grief and lamentations.
This is the best way for Arjun to go, to be at peace at long last with his Roshni and the ETF gang that had gone before him, from Riya onwards.
The only ones I feel sorry for are Rathod, now abandoned to a lifetime of loneliness, and to a lesser extent Shree. That is why they say that no one should mourn for the dead, only for those left behind.
I would write more, but my knee has not recovered easily from the surgery, and it stiffens painfully if I sit at the laptop for more than 15 minutes.
Warmest good wishes for 2015 to bring you good health, peace of mind, and a lot of fulfillment, literary and otherwise.
Affectionately,
Shyamala Aunty
In a word, exquisite.
Unbelievably sensitive,and written with a sureness of touch that totally eschews maudlin grief and lamentations.
This is the best way for Arjun to go, to be at peace at long last with his Roshni and the ETF gang that had gone before him, from Riya onwards.
The only ones I feel sorry for are Rathod, now abandoned to a lifetime of loneliness, and to a lesser extent Shree. That is why they say that no one should mourn for the dead, only for those left behind.
I would write more, but my knee has not recovered easily from the surgery, and it stiffens painfully if I sit at the laptop for more than 15 minutes.
Warmest good wishes for 2015 to bring you good health, peace of mind, and a lot of fulfillment, literary and otherwise.
Affectionately,
Shyamala Aunty
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