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Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
Prasanna, my mother’s first born son was aptly named by her. The bonny ever smiling baby boy coming after two daughters and specially after grumpy difficult me was what my mother wanted. He was a beautiful baby, huge eyes with long curly lashes, blessed with a happy disposition as his name he was an instant hit and my amma spoilt him shamelessly. Prasanna did realize this early advantage and his special position. I did moan and protest at the unfairness but it was impossible not to love Prasanna. Life and responsibilities rested lightly on him and we all adored him.
My sister Yasoja can recall the day he was born. Apparently we were sent next door to Dr…
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