By Dibya Prakash Yesterday, during my walk, I met a septuagenarian who was full of warmth and eager to chat. We started talking, and he seemed very happy to share his life journey. He revealed that he lost his wife 15 years ago, just seven days before his retirement. They had so many plans for…
By Dibya Prakash During a quiet dinner with a distant relative, I noticed that Dadi Ji, the family’s beloved matriarch, was barely touching her food. Concerned, I gently asked her if something was wrong. After some urging, she finally admitted that she had been suffering from a toothache and had recently lost three of her…
By Dibya Prakash Whenever I spoke to my childhood friend Reetu, her concerns always centered around the health of her father-in-law. He was battling a host of issues—diabetes, high blood pressure, osteoarthritis, and the inevitable complications that come with age. Reetu, the ever-devoted daughter-in-law she has been, has taken on the mantle of caregiver after…
By Dibya Prakash I have fond memories of my father from when I was five years old. He would carry me on his shoulders and take me to picnics, fete, morning walk and the market. We played together every day. He was a very active man and my hero, always inspiring me with his vibrant…