One Month Without Her
12:34 AM In just about an hour, it will mark exactly one month since I received that call. A call I knew would come eventually, yet nothing could have prepared me for those words: “Dippy, there’s sad news. We lost Didi.” My uncle’s voice still echoes vividly in my mind as I write this. I remember quietly acknowledging what he said and hanging up the phone. That’s when the numbness hit—my throat tightening, a sinking feeling took over. Four months earlier, back in December, my mom was diagnosed with advanced-stage ovarian cancer. And in those months, she didn’t just endure—she faced everything with a kind of strength, grace, and serenity that felt otherworldly. Calling her journey "inspiring" feels far too small. At times, it’s even humbling, realizing I may never hold the kind of quiet power she carried so naturally. Since returning from India, I’ve been doing my best to hold things together. I stick to a routine—catching up on work, leaving on time, going for walks, staying ...