I lost my mother in the Lockdown.

She was frail and in Bhopal, 800 kms away and we thought it was enough to talk to her twice a day.
Then one day she did not pick up the phone. When finally the police forced the door open, she had passed away–from a massive heart attack—slumped on the chair, her yellow mug, half full with green tea.

varsha tiwary

Location: New Delhi, India

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