>As I was saying in the last post that I came into K’s life when I was three and she was over fifty years old. When I look back I think it was a big liability and responsibility for someone who was not young, had ill health, was not financially self sufficient and was dependent on her daughter and son-in-law. I think K was a kind of woman who acted without any fear of consequence and took criticism with a pinch of salt – for her it was something that had to be done and since no one else was doing it, she would take it up without hesitation. But the story here is not so much about K and me, but of K herself. As I was growing up in that household, I was also learning to be invisible and to be an acute observer of the goings on around the place. The person I observed most was
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>My daughter is nearly 26 years old … though to me she still is a pre-teenager, sometimes a baby and sometimes a grown woman. One would say, what is new, all mothers would say the same thing about their daughters? That’s true, and I would not disagree! The point of mentioning her age here is that I gave birth to her on my 26th birthday and if I look back, I certainly did not think of myself as a young person, nor did I have anyone doting on me like I dote on her. This however, does not deter me from trying to control her life at times, albeit unsuccessfully and is met with grave resistance from the other side! That said, there was an interesting mix of tele-con and txt that happened between us this evening. Since she lives in Delhi pursuing her higher studies, our connecting mediums are mostly the mobile phone and occasionally the internet and often
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