Denial, and Other Things.
This, is not a tribute. Because I don’t think she’s gone. I met her, like thousands of others, at the age of four. I don’t remember it. Maa tells me that she scolded them (my parents) when they tried to prompt me upon being asked what my name is. I don’t remember. She said, if she can’t tell us her name, or can’t understand the language, it's our job to teach her, that’s what schools are for. I think that’s when they knew they were in for a ride. And what a ride it was. I don’t know if it still works that way, but in my time (gosh I feel old) getting into Loreto Day School Sealdah (LDSS) was via a lottery. You had to be lucky to study in that school. The fated parents had to interview, not the child. One of the questions went like this - are you onboard with your daughter taking part in volunteering for the marginalised? If not, this is not your place. Like I said, you had to be lucky to be a student of LDSS, to be a student of her’s, and her community of teachers. Th...
