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Tuesday, August 09, 2011


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I'm sorry for the loss of your father - two months is too short to have gotten over it. It's the nature of some of us human beings to feel conflicted, and tugged at between both the present and the past. And for you, between two continents - two worlds. And to be human is to be imperfect.

Suvir Saran

Soos, thanks for your note. Two months is indeed a very short time. I am glad to know my imperfection is just a sign of my being a mortal human.
I hope the 3rd month can make things seem cleared and more hopeful.

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I am glad to know my imperfection is just a sign of my being a mortal human.


I have no words, but I have read this so many times and in so many ways this speaks my heart. I am so sorry.. I lost my ma 10 years back.. 10 years seems to be a very long time compared to the 2 months. But all these years could not take away the pain. As you speak of plurality/duality, I am trying to embrace the philosophy of "nothing is lost".. all remains in one form or the other, somewhere, some place.. I guess we only need to learn to connect and I keep praying that I can sometime in this lifetime understand that within myself and make that connection. I would be happy if this was all an illusion.

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