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My Mother at Sixty-six by Kamala Das
My Mother at Sixty-six Driving from my parent’shome to Cochin last Fridaymorning, I saw my mother,beside me,doze, open-mouthed, her faceashen like thatof a corpse and realised withpainthat she was as old as shelooked but soonput that thought away, andlooked out atyoung trees sprinting, the merry children spillingout of their homes, but after the airport’ssecurity check,…