On account of thoughts ill-defined (and perhaps still admittedly storm-cloud heavy), words toward loved one’s obituary must wait. Bäy-lakarama wäwa. Meantime, however, thank goodness for Arundhati Roy.
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
~ Arundhati Roy, from her speech entitled, ‘Come September.’