Prismatic Memory

“I’ll clean up Papa’s medical files this afternoon.” I informed Mummy one morning a couple of weeks after he’d passed this summer. It was more of a directive to myself to get the task done. “Thanks, I don’t know if we need all the records, you see what’s best.” She responded timidly. Belying her strength […]

It’s Not Just Hair

Udaipur City Palace

“Papa, hurry up, we’ll be late!” I coaxed him along catching his eye in the mirror trying to rush him to his 80th birthday celebration. “Coming, coming.” Came an exasperated answer from my pant-less father battling his soft downy hair at the crown of his head. He had always looked impeccable, an old-world elegance that […]