Went to the Passport office for the second time today. Yesterday they were not happy with the papers that I had taken proving that I was indeed divorced. they wanted all the papers ; and in a way it was my mistake that I did not take the whole bundle of papers giving gory details of what he did and what I did and why the heck the judge passed the order for the divorce, etc, etc. I felt weird handing over those papers citing unpleasant and intimate details of our lives to people to who these would not matter one bit, save for administrative purposes. But then, it had to be done. Left a deep distaste in my mouth. Continue reading
My father passed away five years ago at age 83. Today, I think about him in ways that I never did before. When he was alive one of things that I asked him often was about what he did the whole day, apart from watching TV? His response was “I think …. of past days, of people who were in my life … of things that I did and didn’t and things that I could have done …. ” and often his voice would trail off with a tinge of regret. While I did pick up the regret, I did not feel empathetic about it and often reminded myself a bit self importantly and even arrogantly that it was the usual habit of old people, since there was nothing else to do and perhaps also was some kind of indulgence to feel self pity.