Grief and the Comfort of Strangers

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Grief and the Comfort of Strangers

Illustration: Akshita Monga

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our months ago, I sent Artidote my first photograph.

It was a black-and-white close up of my laptop on my legs, and my bed cluttered with the files I had brought home from office. My screensaver on my laptop was a photo of my brother and I. It was taken on one of our yearly trips to my grandparents’ house in Hyderabad, and we were sprawled on the floor in front of the television, blanket up to our shoulders, watching that terrible movie Shandaar.

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