Goodbye
A childhood friend called me and told me there’s bad news. I’d been dreading this call, hoping it would never come. He told me that it had happened, that Dimple didi had passed away. We were all to meet her last week but she had to be rushed to the hospital following complications. I never got to meet her before she passed.
With both my parents working, my brother and I spent most of our hours in a creche, growing up with moushis, didis and kids of all ages. The moushis and didis are equally responsible for the person I am today as my parents are. They instilled values, helped us distinguish right from wrong, told us stories, did everything they could to make us good human beings.
Dimple didi was a vital part of my life. She did all of that and more. I’ve never really been a hugger but I’d run to her every afternoon just so she could hold me tight.
I always felt like she was more...