Not publishing for nearly six months was not planned. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Also not supposed to be was my dear elder brother’s untimely, unfortunate death on 14th September last year. Four days before my birthday, and four weeks earlier, his. But who knew even from here things were only going to get worse.   Two weeks later another cousin brother died after prolonged illness that shook the family’s environment and a sense of safety. That we have time. That matter of fact talks on getting together to build something someday. That we can rely and rest leisurely to wait for the time to come. Seeing Deaths closely, of the ones you played your favorite sports with certainly retunes your sense of reality, your environment and meaning. It redirects you to the present moment. That some day we will do it, is such a farce. My father keeps repeating one sentence and it often comes whenever he has seen me struggling that, ‘Hard Work never goes unrewarded. Ever since childhood, I felt an …