I guess grief makes you bipolar. One minute, you feel you are okay, and the second minute, a memory hits you, and you are crying your heart out. I have seen some tough times with M, but I’ve never seen him so broken before. He has gotten insecure about his mum as well. And so have I, about his mum and my parents.
Insecurity is such that during the funeral days , my brother had a fever. So one day the phone rang and my younger one came rushing to my room. The moment he came to know that my brother, his Mamu, was better, he started crying. Said that phone ring makes him anxious.
I didn’t know that we loved him so much. Wish I told him. Hum sab ke Papajee…
Random Scribbles – Day to Day Reflections 