Thursday, February 19, 2009

Cold Comfort




What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering;


- Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth

Monday, February 16, 2009

Happy Birthday Shraddha!

You would have been three years old today. I cannot put in words how much you are missed now.




First pic taken soon after birth



Seated in her favourite spot

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Many Happy Returns


What else can I say? Where are you my Darling?

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Poignant



The house is full of photos of a little girl - last year this time, she was here, asking "how come there are no photos of me, like there are anna's?" A year on, the house is full of photos - but the girl has gone.