More from the Budha of Suburbia

Her father had died at the wrong time, when there was much to be clarified and established. They hadn’t even started to be grown ups together. There was this piece of heaven, this little girl he had carried around the shop on his shoulders; and then one day she was gone replaced by a foreigner, an unco-operative woman he did not know how to speak to. Be so confused, so weak, so in love, he chose strength and drove her away from himself. The last years he spent wondering where she’d gone, and slowly he came to realize that she would never return…

Death just leaves so many questions unanswered, so many emotions unspent, so much incomplete!