I've found my time in Calcutta to be a far greater challenge than I could have anticipated. It's been peaceful and unsettling; fulfilling, revealing and shocking. My emotions have soared as high as pure delight and joy and have fallen as low as deep devastation leaving me increasingly distraught at times. There are moments of lightness but the … Continue reading Into My City…
Tag: Roots
him…
Do you know I do not think of him? I mean, it's extremely rare he crosses my mind. I'm referring to my biological father. I so often think of her (my biological mother) and rarely of him. Isn't that interesting? In fact, I only thought to write this down because I was in the process of … Continue reading him…
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