>well, i am not going to write about them, for i don’t know much. i have been intrigued by my dreams of the last one week. most of them are angst ridden, full of rage, angry dreams about people and houses. either i am not getting full control of my own house, or i am being disapproved by some other or both. this led me to look at the main characters of my dreams. in most cases, there is this middle to oldish man, who seems to be mocking at me and suggesting all kinds of insinuations. there is this youngish woman who seems to be a party to this man, more silent but cunning and manipulative, and one or two hangers on, who are not saying anything but not supporting me either. i am filled with rage in my dreams and feeling quite helpless that there is not anyone who will help. this brought me to the anima and
Author: Sarbari
>Death and Dying
> It is approximately 26 days that my father has passed away. His passing away was sudden and hopefully not too painful for him. I last met my father at home nearly one and a half years ago … when i was leaving Calcutta and that home for good …. in January 2007. I was so caught with anger and disappointment, that i did not even say good bye to him on my departure. No, i am not going to talk about my regret about that, for i have none. over the last year and a half, my anger and my disappointment about his behaviour and his lack of “self respect” (at least in my perception) had given way to my understanding and compassion for a person who was pre-occupied in his need for safety and familiarity and it was OK for me that he chose his path the way he did. Just because he was my father, he did
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