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"So do you listen to music?" I asked him.
"Of course I do. Who doesn't? Did you think I was some kind of a Tribal?"
That made me smile. I was meeting him for the first time and we both found the conversation smooth, with no awkward pauses, as we walked around the beautifully landscaped gardens. Did I mention it was night? Somehow nights always make even the mundane seem enchanting.

Ten days later he dedicated a song to me.
It was Air Supply's "Every Woman in the world"

It's been 20 years now and the song still holds the same magic.
It still puts a smile on my face when I hear it.

And sometimes, he looks into my eyes and sings it for me :)


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My mom is visiting me these days. I took her for a master health check up yesterday.
We had to fill up the hospital forms and I was filling it up for her.

There was a column for 'Father's/Husband's name.'

I found it meaningless to fill that in as neither her husband nor her father are even alive. How did it matter?
I didn't tell her anything though. The pain of losing my dad still opens up raw wounds inside me.

 'What should I write? Father's name or husband's name?' I asked her.

'Strike that out, write daughter's name and put your name there,' said my mom, very matter of fact .

And  with that statement, in her quiet  unassuming straight-forward way, she struck down the centuries of the subtle, powerful patriarchal system that our great India is seeped in.

 She is an amazing person, my mom.
And my strength too.



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