No, this is not fiction. This is how it happened. It is my own itihasa. He died in 2003, on the summer solstice, the last day of Uttarayanam. And today is his birthday. Kilimanjaro By Rajeev Srinivasan "I used to keep all your letters because I thought you'd become famous," my father said to me once, "but one day I realized you wouldn't." That was the most hurtful thing my father ever said to me, and he didn't even say it with spite. It was simply matter of fact, and that hurt more than anything else because it was the brutal truth. I thought of the pile of letters from my parents that I have saved, old blue aerograms bundled together with rubber bands. And of the ten years in my life that have passed, unrecorded and unmourned, while I waited, and I missed the starting gun.
Kilimanjaro
Kilimanjaro
Kilimanjaro
No, this is not fiction. This is how it happened. It is my own itihasa. He died in 2003, on the summer solstice, the last day of Uttarayanam. And today is his birthday. Kilimanjaro By Rajeev Srinivasan "I used to keep all your letters because I thought you'd become famous," my father said to me once, "but one day I realized you wouldn't." That was the most hurtful thing my father ever said to me, and he didn't even say it with spite. It was simply matter of fact, and that hurt more than anything else because it was the brutal truth. I thought of the pile of letters from my parents that I have saved, old blue aerograms bundled together with rubber bands. And of the ten years in my life that have passed, unrecorded and unmourned, while I waited, and I missed the starting gun.