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Mother on the other Side Dear Mom, how have you been on the other side of the line? You crossed over too soon, but how is it like being with still time? Do you see the Sun and the Moon and myriad stars pass by? Do you go for your morning walks in the Garden of Eden? Does the rain make you dance? Ma, do you think El Nino will stifle the seasons? Do people pray in the land of the Gods? Do you hear the tintinnabulations gently knock at the doors of our soul? Is there an Aarti by the riverside where spent flowers and a diya are sent on their eternal journey? Mother, do you see the Great Wall of China, our tiny dreamless homes, our daily struggles? Mother, do you think we will have black rain? Mother, do you think our kids and flowers deserve better? Mother, do you think the stars are like wandering musicians carrying tales of valour? Or do they tell stories of our deprivations? Mother, how is your next door neighbour? Does she put jasmine in her hair? Mother, does the milkman come? Does the postman ring the bell? Mother, do you heal yourself? Did you meet Dad? What was it like? Mother, you knew he cared for you but was fighting his demons Mother, is the sky crimson blue out there? Do the clouds swirl and form quixotic shapes? Mother, do you worry about my sister? Her ghosts are at peace now Mother, are you born again? Dear Mom, I miss you on this side of the line You crossed over too soon, but how is it like being with still time?
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