How My Mother and I Became Friends… After My Father Died

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How My Mother and I Became Friends… After My Father Died

Illustration: Sushant Ahire

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t was the morning of Ganesh Chaturthi last year, a day that marked the beginning of a week of Maharashtrian festivities and family reunions. Mumma was gearing up for the puja, having just finished her chores. After draping herself in the brightest blue saree, she put a rose in her freshly dyed hair, walked up to my unusually quiet father, twirled, and asked, “Mi kashi diste (How do I look?)” I vividly remember Papa’s pensive face transforming almost instantly; he flashed a grin and replied, “Ekdum mast (Very nice!)”  

If you’d looked at them that morning, you wouldn’t be able to discern that three hours later, my mother would be stripped off the luxury of donning that bright blue saree.

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