The Unbearable Heaviness of Being: On the Passing of Naren Gupta (Part 5)

I have been writing for almost four hours. The rain has stopped. It is sunny outside. There are fewer golden leaves on my pear tree. The ones that are left now glisten as the soft winter sun touches them.

I am unspooling reels of memory.

I am playing recordings of conversations.

Naren loved to travel. Wilderness held a particular appeal for him. Denali. Bandhavgarh. Kaziranga.

This segment is part 5 in the series : The Unbearable Heaviness of Being: On the Passing of Naren Gupta
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