In fond remembrance of my wife, Usha Bhatia, whose second death anniversary falls today.
P G Wodehouse handed in his dinner pail on the 14th of February, 1975. While delving into any of his narratives, one is not likely to find a single character which comes under the clutches of one of the much-despised inevitable occurrences in life – Death (the other one being Taxation, which does get commented upon once in a while).
In the narratives dished out by him, Death figures only somewhere in the background. It does not depress. Nor does it make the spirits sag. Instead, it finds mention in a positive vein. It confers wealth, castles and titles upon the unsuspecting heirs and wards, paving their way for a smoother life, thereby spreading joy and sunshine all around.
The closest one gets to morbid thoughts is when a character is fed up with facing the harsh slings and arrows of Fate and contemplates an act of suicide, which, rather…
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Wonderful Essay Ashok Kumar Bhatia Sir! A wonderful tribute to the memory of your late spouse. She would be smiling (if not actually laughing) watching you from above.
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Kind of you to say so. Surely, a consummation devoutly to be wished for!
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