December 1. “Rani had an accident this morning.
You remember me telling you about the big growth she has on her neck?”
You remember me telling you about the big growth she has on her neck?”
“Button, books fade. Books grow old. The fact that this blog that you and I created is going and embedding itself somewhere out there in that cloud that’s taken the shape of a horse (look out of the window:It’s right there) boggles my mind!”
“Button, this is one of Mojo’s fave spots in our garden. She sits there when she’s pensive and watches the rain fall and fall.”
And there’s nothing I can do about it. I can imagine how you must be feeling in that dark room all by yourself without anything to do. I only hope they finish the work in time. Please bear with me and have patience. I am so sorry.”
Her mind is razor sharp and she still does lots of chores at home to keep herself busy. She spends six months in Kolkata with my younger sister and six months here with me. I spoke to her some time back.”
Don’t forget to count too because I have to give you those many hugs. Left to yourself, you must be feeling miserable in there!”
This morning I suddenly heard some pigeons cooing outside the study window. For a moment I thought they were talking in their special language and asking each other where you were!”
That means we won’t get to see each other and hug our therapeutic hug for 10-12 days! I can’t speak for you but I will miss that.”
“Button, what’s with the rains! It’s been pouring non-stop since yesterday!”
“What are you saying? And just when my friends realized that I had not vanished from the face of this earth! But why?”