serendipti's Diaryland Diary 6:37 p.m. - Thursday, Aug. 26, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- old hindi songs so we are sitting around, talking myeloma a bit, while dad and mom go through labs and compare and read about things in different booklets and stuff, and we have playing a DVD of all these classic Hindi movies songs, and this one song comes on, and Dad gets all teary eyed and was like, this song always reminds me of my sister (the one who died when they were young.) Now since I know a thing or two about songs that remind you of dead sisters that make your eyes well up, I was like, did she like this song, Dad? So he's all, yeah, she liked it, but then he proceeds to tell me that when her funeral pyre was burning, when they were cremating her on the banks of the Narmada river, across the river, on the opposite shore, that song was being played over a loudspeaker......and I just got chills, thinking about Dad in 8th grade, cremating his favorite sister who was a year older, looking out onto her pyre as these flames leap up and devour her corpse, hearing strains of this song float across the river and make its way to his ears. his eyes were heavy and wet and far away. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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