Travel

My dear Amma,

LIfe is amorphous. At least, my life is. And I am, too. I have been physically unwell these last few days. That's making me feel my age. I am almosy fifty. No wonder my love talks so much about taking care of oneself. It is essential, I realise.

My son has almost stopped talking to me. My other son, completely. You know the reasons for everything, Amma. So you know what is happening and why. I am clueless, and though I feel sad sometimes, I'm trying to take each day as it comes and not try to understand what is happening.

I've stopped thinking that I've become stronger or4 more courageous. None of that is true. Life has taken a different path, and I am travelling it. Not as best as I can, just travelling it. You are with me and in the end that is all.

With love and gratitude, Amma

Your loving daughter,

Vidya