Sharana’s Diary- Parvin Raj’s Story

- as penned by Alo Sud, board member- Sharana
He passed away, brutally snatched from us all, early that morning. It was Deepavali, festive and merry. There was light and laughter. We were happy. He was on his way home, with freshly cut poultry. We were going to feast. The lorry came and crushed the life out of him, sniffed the light out of our lamps. The air stood still as was the arrested numbed emotions in our hearts.

Father was gone. Brother graduated, and worked. Continue reading