My late father Prof. V A Mathen Bose was a macho. I was terrified of his thundering voice, his caning. He was a paradox of being a Christian, a Marxist and a Capitalist. 71 more words
I just read a beautiful mixture of abnormal feelings from this piece. Reminds me of the days I cater to my sick grandma to the point of 'relief' when she departed. It is not as horrible as you think, but the continuous pain and illness that is seeping in that house drained me and my family. Wanting it to end, but not by your hands. Be it God or any natural events that comes to your mind, remember that their soul lingers and it demands presence.