He was a great man who didn’t merely sustain his battle against life but thrived. He worked his way out of the Indian caste system to become a well-respected and powerful collector renowned for his honesty, discipline and intellect. He had a dutiful wife and was gifted with 7 beautiful children. He lived till the ripe age of 99. He was my great grandfather.Read More
…. is dead.
There is something wrong here. There is something wrong with assigning an attribute to a lifeless figure. More than that, there is something wrong with death in the form of an adjective, it suggests that said entity is still burdened by the restriction of characterization. What are they characterized by, exactly, other than the state of being not-here anymore? Of being the other, the somewhere else, the uncomfortably foreign? Isn’t it enough that every person has to battle adjectives throughout their entire lives? Hell knows I do.Read More