A friend of mine wrote this, and I waited awhile to read it. I knew of her grandmother and thought reading it would be painful. It was. But Diksha writes so eloquently of her grandmother, of mourning, of how this wretched pandemic continues, particularly in other parts of the world. An important read.
A friend of mine wrote this, and I waited awhile to read it. I knew of her grandmother and thought reading it would be painful. It was. But Diksha writes so eloquently of her grandmother, of mourning, of how this wretched pandemic continues, particularly in other parts of the world. An important read.