Making Ramen at Home.

So! We tried making Ramen at home; well Tom and Mallika's home, and it turned out pretty good! 

We followed basically the recipe from Brothers Green Eats youtube channel (these guys are just amazing). Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Icz13-Cj84&t=1s. 

Here's the end result: 

The components:

1. Turnips. Diced into bite sized, and sautéed with nothing but a little bit of olive oil until they've caramelized.
2. Cauliflower Florets. Salt+Pepper+generous oil coating, and left to roast in the oven for about 20 minutes (10 each side).
3. Tofu. Extra Firm Tofu cut into cakes, and cooked in a sauce made by reducing some soy sauce, a decent amount of maple syrup, and a little bit of rice wine vinegar. It did not get a crispy sear because we cooked it in the sauce. My bad.
4. Half-boiled egg. 6 minutes in boiling water.

5. Broth: A few Kombu (Japanese seaweed) leaves were heated in about a liter of water for about 20 minutes. Remove Kombu, and add Miso paste, as salty as you'd like. Additionally, chop a bunch of spring onion whites, garlic, ginger, and chili flakes and use these to flavor boiling hot oil. The flavors get imbued in the oil and you can add at least a few tablespoons of this stuff to the broth to give it more kick. Sriracha, soy sauce, sesame oil, can of course be also added.   

6. Ramen: Cooked in boiling water for 2 minutes.
7. Combine, and garnish with sesame seeds and spring onion greens.

Very hearty stuff!

However, I will say that with Asian food I still end up feeling like there's a bit of foreignness in the flavors. So when I make it myself, I get this sense that I may not be making this dish again even though I really enjoyed making and having it. Not sure why. Felt similar, but more so for the bok-choy soup I made the other day. 

Trip to Spain and Morocco

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Good food is the best use of money

I've come to the realization that one of the most honest things money can buy in life is good food, and electronics. But this post is about food so we will focus on that. All other uses of money simply do not provide the satisfaction as money spent on food does.

Here are three food orgasms I recently had:

1. Sea bass at Italienne, NYC. $35. Some thoughts: it is very very very challenging, viscerally, to go back to eating Salmon once you've had perfect Sea Bass, cooked with a most beautiful crispy skin, bathed in its own essential oils and herbs, and accompanied with the right savory sauce and greens. It is literally an eye opening experience. I dreamed about that meal for about two months, at the very least.

2. Bufala pizza, La Pizza & La Pasta, Eataly, NYC. Personal size at $25. Some thoughts: this is an experience that is like going from getting Naan in the US to getting Naan in India. (Of course this one I did backwards and my Naan life is a regular disappointment.) The Pizza you get at this place is truly worth every penny. Good Prosciutto and Mozzarella you can get at many places, but the dough is really what makes the pizza, just like it makes the Naan. I'm still dreaming about it.

3. Sencha Tea, Argonne National Lab old Russian folk Tea break, Free. (Tea imported from hibiki-an.com; $25 for 200 grams, or about 50 cups.) I must admit that I do not really like Japanese food. I've always held it up as an example of western obsession with appearances. A man knows how to cut a fresh fish properly, so what? (I'm not discounting Good Ramen or the taste value of good Nagiri, but let's be honest, this is pretty basic flavor profile and cooking technique.) However, good Sencha Tea is definitely something of a true miracle, and after reading about how it is prepared, I realize why. The best time to pick tea leaves is in spring; during the last few weeks of their lives, they are denied directly light. This prevents breakdown of thiamine into smaller amino acids that don't taste as good and are not as beneficial to human health and wellness. Finally, the leaves are plucked, roasted, and hammered into a characteristic long cylindrical shape. The brew technique is everything. 175F for 1 minute. Nothing less, nothing more. It produces a very mellow sweetness and feel goodness. Totally worth it.

Reminiscing

I was talking to a person about life in Princeton, and life in Boston. They said their life was so static; they didn't know what to do with themselves over the weekends so they just drove in to work. I told them how our life in Boston was so different. We used to walk so much. And I was reminded of the day we walked like 20 miles.

It started with an impromptu visit to our friend Dana's home in Brookline. We walked over 2 miles to reach her place. And from there we walked some more to reach the Arboretum in Jamaica Plains or Jamaica Pond was it? Then many rounds around the park, the birds were chirping, it was springtime. And finally we went to Dan and Jenny's place on Harvard Ave. Chilled there for some time, ate amazing sandwiches. Then we decided impromptu to walk another few miles to the Coolidge Corner theatre and watch the biopic on Ramanujam, or was it Turing? After which we walked back home. But it wasn't to end there. We then drove in Dan's jeep to an open air theatre to watch a trashy chick flick under a sky full of shooting stars. Scouty, our friend's dog really loved it. And finally we just stayed over at their place. It was fun. Life in Boson was good.

I can't wait to move to Montreal and to have more moments just walking around. Here's to new experiences and to new friends!

Chicago + Argonne

Random thoughts on National Labs:

1. There are so many Russian folk in US National Labs. It's hilarious.

2. The security people take their job seriously. A little too seriously. You need ID and a National Lab pass on your person at every waking moment or else someone WILL stop and ask you what you're doing here. The hotel checkout desk will not say your hotel room number out loud for security purposes. Last night Saloni and I drove back from Chicago after attending a friend's wedding and I did not have my Argonne badge. So the Department of Energy law enforcement officer escorted me back to the hotel, checked my badge (which was in my room and which I had to bring down to show to the police) and then I was free to go. "Code XXXX, ID verified. Entry # XXXXX" via the Codec.

3. The different parts of the campus are called "Area xxx" etc.---exactly like it is in Half-Life, which is cool. Part of the reason I ever wanted to become a physicist was because of Half-Life. Played it when I was 9. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEgO16JaW4Y&t=162s
"Subject: Gordon Freeman, Education: PhD, MIT, Theoretical Physics, Position: Research Associate, Assignment: Anomalous Materials Laboratory, Location: Black Mesa Research Facility, Black Mesa, New Mexico". (Presumably the location is inspired by another National Lab, Los Alamos, in New Mexico. Haven't visited that place yet, unfortunately.)

Random thoughts on Chicago:

1. The city is gorgeous. I've probably talked about it before here somewhere. Architecturally, it's certainly the most impressive city in the US. All the buildings in downtown are designed to make sense and fit the impressive scale. The roads are wide so you can actually admire the buildings from where you stand on the street unlike in NYC where the roads are tiny as hell and lined with garbage. The river walk is beautiful. The lake front is wonderful. The cycling lanes are really wide. It is really a pleasure to walk around this place.

2. The South Side, I haven't explored. I haven't had the time to go driving through, and now I don't have the rental car to do it either. But from what little I did get to see of it, the poverty was stark. The roads absolutely littered with trash, houses abandoned, and you would only see primarily black people on the streets. Segregation is naked here. I did not go into the worst part: Garfield Avenue and Englewood, where you can get shot just driving around caught in gunfire exchange.

3. I've spent a large part of today figuring out from my hotel room what makes gang violence so rampant in South Chicago. There's obviously a long history to this. But what appears now is that no one wants to be a part of this yet an economy based off of drugs, lack of employment opportunities, completely broken family structure, and just the inertia of it all seems to drag everything along. These gangs are often the only kind of family these kids have ever had. "Bloody Chicago" on Youtube seems like a channel run by someone who does care about this situation and wants it to change; the comments on the channel however are full of vile hatred and absolute lack of empathy or understanding and can make you sick.

4. Someone's gotta change this. Don't know how.

Annapurna Devi

Sometime posted this on facebook: link

I was instantly reminded of the movie Abhimaan. Turns out that the movie was indeed made after the troubled relationship between Pandit Ravi Shankar and his estranged wife Annapurna Devi. Deviji was by many accounts very talented, possibly more so than late Ravi Shankar, who of course became world famous touring the world and playing at Woodstock, and alongside the Beatles. In a lone interview, Deviji claimed she stopped playing the surbahar because of the jealousy she perceived from Ravi Shankar when she did. It couldn't have helped that Ravi Shankar was an incorrigible philanderer and by all accounts a reasonably shitty human being. For instance, he refused to acknowledge the existence of Norah Jones for a long time, stating that Anoushka Shankar was his only true daughter.

Abhimaan had such good songs. In fact, any old Hindi song just takes you to a place of such comfort and happiness. Maybe it is the classical underpinning of the music, maybe its the quality of the lyrics,  maybe its the use of old Hindustani instruments, I don't know. It sent me again to a happy place.

Such a terrible flu it is

Such a terrible flu it is, she said,

the cat lay on the floor outstretched,

paw, jaw and tambourine entwined,

as the foggy morning crept up behind.

Feline had snarled at the gray,

alas seeing as it was, much of what he did,

had not struck her as odd, until she felt a sudden itch,

and with hand on neck, and his claws in check ,

felt a lump as thick as a parakeet's head.

Mr. Parrot sat meanwhile, observing the goings on,

chiming in with cliches and generally,

conforming to type the world had set him up for.

And he lay inebriated, in a dizzy fueled,

by candle snuff, for she loved Yoga and Tantric sex,

all of which required the aromatic stuff.

And Mr. Parrot, in the haze he viewed

what he reckoned a mate,

sat atop Lily's grotesquely rotund nape.

A flaming red she was,

he thought that is what I like about her!

as he occupied himself merrily

with thoughts of making love,

until a few parroty clicks, and none a lended ear;

he nestled back to type, begrudgingly clear.

The contagion meanwhile had done Lily in,
the morning breeze was left
somewhere over the bend.
The fog had engulfed, but only her place,
as it sat atop garden greens grown brown in waste.
And the fog had since brought with it night,
without a glimpse of hue,
letting only the faint shimmer,
of moonlight through.

So as time flowed, it hurt more and more.
She let cry in choppy screech,
and tears flowed, sullying her tweed.
And when fever bit
it hurt her in her bones so deep,
like a memory who's warm breath hath crawled,
up your sleeve,
and on your lips, and worn you sore. 

Cackle-meow-click, the animal cabaret

kept approaching alarmingly,
marching on towards Lily's bulbous base.

And the numbing inanity of all of this,

drove the room into an incontrovertible third place,
away from ho-hum of life on earth,
and any place among stars,
no, it was a drunken multiverse it had to be,
Piqued with somber notes,
where juxtapositions of cacophony and cries
made time tick and muffled your sighs. 

But the fever had to end, of course it did,
The fog that had shrouded them, the next morning it slid,
into the abyss, or whence it bred.
leaving behind a Lily, blathered in sweat.
Mr. Parrot meanwhile, noting the neck mate's demise,
had had another wank,
on a carpet stain he was particularly fond,
after which he went for a stroll, as he usually did
and thinking Lily dead, and being what he was,
Mr. Feline had had, Mr. Parrot's throat slit.

But with no one else around,
Mr. Feline conveniently pled the fifth.
And per judicial norm,
Lily put the purrer away,
with milk, no less.

Simple pleasures in life.

1. Driving on California 1 under the setting sun while listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird.

2. Watching mother and calf dolphins swimming with each other. Watching humpback whale mommateaching her calf how to dive!

3. Discoveeing Lauryn Hill’s sexy music thru Drake’s shitty music. “Nice for what” —> “Ex-factor”.

Two New Obsessions

1. World History.

It's a bit sad but the Indian education system does not teach us nearly enough about world history. Here I am particularly thinking about European history, which is often entirely neglected. Some of it is natural because history in itself is only interesting when there is some context, usually from contemporary society, in which to understand its implications. Then there's the fact that there's enough goings-on in the history of the Indian subcontinent that themselves could use a more elaborate treatment than what is already given in Indian history books. And finally, one is often far too busy developing other skills, getting good grades, and just generally mucking about that the school system doesn't leave too much time to truly invest time in contextualizing history and developing a deeper appreciation for it.

The fact that I've been living in the US for over 8 years now, it's always felt like a glaring omission in my knowledge system to not have a better understanding of how the Western world has got to where it has gotten to be. So it was a fortuitous when about a year ago, I was introduced to Dan Carlin's Hardcore History podcast series. And its had me hook, like and sinker ever since. Before, I would listen to these podcasts on long drives. It started with Dan's 24-hour podcast on World War 1 which he broke up into  ~4 hour chunks. A few drives to Boston and back were enough to go over this podcast, and it really has changed my world. I cannot overstate how amazing it was to learn of great military generals and their personalities, war strategy, geopolitical machinations, and how war motivated the development of new machinery. Scenes of the first gas attacks in WW1 (link), trench warfare, sudden truces to celebrate Christmas (link), the bloodshed in Verdun, the justification of war by Woodrow Wilson (link), the Shlieffen plan, the role of Bolshevik philosophy in demoralizing German troops on the eastern front, all these are just etched into my mind. I just feel like I understand a lot better the history of the modern world in the light of these things, and its a wonderful feeling.

Since then, I've poured 10+ hours on a history of the American Revolution (I am obsessed now with the beauty of the Bill of Rights!), 10+ hours on the fall of the Roman Republic (I cannot believe how advanced Rome was and how eerily similar the political and economic compulsions are to today's times; it is no wonder that the fathers of the American constitution thought so much about the fall of Rome when creating the constitution and the Bill of Rights!), 6+ hours on the rise of Genghis Khan, and now am 40+ hours into a podcast on the French Revolution. It's been fantastic. I listen on the way to work and on my way back. It's the best use of the time.

2. Risotto.

Pics will be posted some other time. I've perfected the asparagus risotto, next comes pea and baby spinach risotto, and finally, mushroom risotto. Mmmmmhhhhhhh.

The Asparagus Risotto. 

Recipe: (makes 2.5 of the portion pictured above)
a. 3 cups of water go in with an ample amount of vegetable stock concentrate into a small pot. Bring to boil.
b. Add chopped asparagus into boiling stock. Cook for 1-2 minutes and drain into ice cold water. Turn off the heat on the stock.
c. Saute 1/2 chopped white onion on medium heat for 3 minutes in 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a large pan. Add salt/pepper.
d. Add 3/4 cups of arborio rice and saute for 1.5 minutes on high heat. Keep heat high from here on. Add 1/2 cup of stock to the pan, and mix with a ladle to help the rice
e. Keep adding 1/2 a cup of stock to the rice mix at a time, stirring continuously, until the stock is soaked up by the rice.
e. Finely chop 2 cloves of garlic. Use one teaspoon of salt as an abrasive to mince the garlic and bring out its juice.
f. On the last 1/2 cup portion of the stock (~14 minutes after first 1/2 cup of stock is added), add the garlic/salt mix, 1 tablespoon butter (or more), a little bit of shredded parmesan cheese (no powder cheese). Stir. At the 18 minute mark after having added the first 1/2 cup of stock, add the asparagus. Mix everything.
g. After the rice has soaked most (but not all) of the stock, and is nice and gooey, with a bit of runniness, remove the pan from heat and let the rice breathe for 1 minute. Done.

What a wonderful feeling I get everytime I eat this stuff. 

A Van Gogh inspired painting!

It was just so hard to get anything close to those curvy lines Van Gogh uses to draw wheat fields. I enjoyed this a lot. But I am lazy! Good stuff requires a lot more time and dedication and observation. Perhaps next time I’ll try and make something with a lot more vibrancy and realism!

Anyway, here it is, on 24” by 20”: 

Churchill.

Always had a hard time swallowing this, and so I'm glad someone's saying something about this. Also worth listening to are Shashi Tharoor's videos on this matter---https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/global-opinions/wp/2018/03/10/in-winston-churchill-hollywood-rewards-a-mass-murderer/?utm_term=.570b048667a1 

If we as a people truly believe in the equality of humankind, then we cannot be glorifying this heinous beast, or the imperialist British empire. If we must remember heroes from WW2, it should be people like Henry Wallace, VP to FDR, who championed the cause against British imperialism and called out the hypocrisy of the British waging a war against Nazi Germany while simultaneously propounding their right to own colonies that enslaved people. Who will ever pay for the 4 million Bengalis who died of starvation in 3 consecutive years due to the absolute lack of empathy of Churchill and the British? And how does one explain the glibness with which Churchill once remarked to Wallace that Anglo-Saxons were the most superior people on earth all the while pretending to wage a war against fascist Germany?

At this point, it is almost insulting to mention, but I will do so anyway, the fact that Churchill was also a completely useless military strategist. He absolutely 

botched his way through much of WW1 where despite being the Naval Commander of the much superior British naval fleet he could not do anything to pressure essentially land-locked German forces. His absolute naivete  led to the heaviest of defeats for the British at the hands of the vastly weaker Turks in Gallipoli. 

The Championing of Churchill because of his two podgy fingers is pathetic beyond belief. WW2 was 100% a victory of the Russians over Nazi Germany at an expense of life like no other state ever suffered. When the Russians requested for British to contribute to the war effort by distracting the Germans on the Western Front, Churchill instead chose to glibly occupy his attentions with North African states where the war was not really a matter of bother. This led to Churchill being completely sidelined by FDR in the meeting of the leaders in Tehran where FDR tried very hard to suck up to Stalin, whose only request was that Churchill be sidelined for this to happen. It did, as it should have. 

Painting after long!

I tried my hand at painting after a long time! Tried to paint the following image: https://www.todaysphoto.org/potd/large/field-of-flowers.jpg. This time on a much larger canvas; I think this is 2 ft by 3 ft. Started by trying to be faithful to the image, with the sky, hills, and fence, but then I got lazy and let my hand run riot with the flowers. Pleased with the effort but it could've been better!

J'apprends à peindre, et à parler en français!

Kartiek

India Trip thoughts. 13th Dec. 2017 - 3rd Jan, 2018

This was a very eventful trip and I cannot be happier that both Saloni and I got to see all our surviving grandparents during this trip. We visited, in order: Jaipur, Indore, Mumbai, Kanpur, and finally Delhi in this trip. There was lots of time for chai and conversations on politics, lots of time to meet family and catch up with friends, and the general process of giving and receiving love. I don't think I've felt so fulfilled and sated by love and family in an India trip since I left for the US, and for this I'm so thankful.

But as I get more settled in US life and culture, an India trip becomes also becomes a bit about learning how things have been progressing from the last time I visited India. So here are some thoughts on that.

Positives.

1. There is continued development of roads and airports in the country. The airports in Mumbai, Delhi, and Indore are well designed and extremely functional. The outer ring road in Delhi has been developed into a mega 7 lane per side highway. Despite the number of cars at least doubling in the last decade, it took us ~ 45 minutes to get from our home to the international airport or the railways station, and this is less than it used to before.
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2. Trash collection in some places is markedly improved. Indore was shockingly clean. We visited a night food market and a day-time street food market. Every seller had a trash can, and there was no trash on the street to be seen. People in Indore seemed to be extremely proud of this and there were loads of posters in the city requesting all locals to keep the city clean so that it can retain its #1 position in the cleanliness charts for 2018. I was informed this has been a very recent change, as well. Track collection vehicles arrived every morning at a fixed time with a dopey "Swachch Bhaarat ka Vaada" song sung by Shaan. The PM's cleanliness campaign has at the very least raised some awareness for the issue. Unfortunately, such a change in mentality does not seem to have permeated all over India, and this is particularly evident in Uttar Pradesh.

3. Power. We did not experience a single power outage in all the places we went to, besides a short 5 minute power loss in Kanpur. Credit here goes to the BJP government and its work on making the running of old coal-based power-plants more streamlined, which has transformed India into a power-surplus state for the first time in its history. The price of solar power production has also come down massively and there seems to be a push into solar power generation to add to the existing power infrastructure. This is excellent news.

4. Mumbai is beginning to develop a cool skyline.

Negatives.

1. The air quality in Delhi, and UP generally has become shockingly bad. I was happy to not be in Delhi for any longer than I was there. The coastal cities fare better only because the ocean sweeps all that smog into itself. Whether the air quality is due to burning crops, fuel-inefficient cars, small coal-based factories, or people just burning wood to keep themselves warm, this just cannot continue.

2. The air quality also impacts fog development. After 5 PM and before 11 AM, it was hard to see past a meter in Delhi/Kanpur. The thick fog has made train travel very unpredictable and frustrating. In my times as a college student, traveling between Delhi and Kanpur was a routine affair and the train was never late by more than an hour or two. This time, our train was late by over 7 hours. Of course, we were able to bide this time by making new friends who told us about their horror stories and life in tech startups.

3. I had built UP to be a total shithole so that when we actually arrived my wife would be decently surprised at (hopefully) my rather unfair and harsh evaluation of the state. Unfortunately, I ended up raising my own hopes and I was left disappointed after landing in Lucknow. The highway over the railway crossing in Kanpur continues to be under construction for the past 18 years. Trash is everywhere. Pigs, stray dogs, cows, donkeys, and all sorts of other living beings still roam free in the trash. Nothing has changed here, except for the power situation. Whether the BJP Yogi government (which I have massive reservations with generally anyway) does anything for the development of infrastructure anywhere other than Gorakhpur is to be seen.

4. Isolated incidents of sectarian violence seem to have increased. In my 3 weeks there, two incidents targeting Christians appeared on the news. The first one occurred in Madhya Pradesh, where a bunch of thugs beat up a Christian priest outside a police station. The priest and a bunch of seminarians were out singing carols in a village when some Hindutva activists alleged that the priests were trying to forcefully convert the villagers to Christianity and called the police. Things then turned violent at the police station. In Aligarh, UP, a right-wing Hindu group threatened schools against celebrating Christmas---nothing eventually came of this threat because of a clear statement from the UP police against the group, and widespread public disapproval. It is indeed a big country, but there's enough reason here to feel extremely disheartened about the future of the social fabric of the country. Meanwhile, I realized that the right-wing has become strong enough to disenfranchise shorts-wearing folk (like me) from many temple complexes in Mumbai.

5. On a personal note, I felt even more so in this trip that everyone is out to take advantage of you in India. You step aside for a second and your place in line is lost. People are ruthlessly competitive. I think I've been only able to appreciate this properly since I've been away from India.  On another occasion, my parents are out to buy their retirement home. A realtor who was supposed to show us one apartment tagged along for all other properties. What's in it for them? They would always make their way into the marketing office of the apartment complex to secretly seal a cut for themselves before ushering my parents to have a conversation with the sales rep. Why can't these guys be transparent and say what they'd like their realtor fees to be? A porter at the Delhi railway station charged us obscene prices to take 3 mid-sized suitcases up and down just two flights of steps, presumably seeing that the traveling party consists of two women and one man. Taxi drivers, porters, everyone needs to be negotiated with, and it gets absolutely tiring once you're out of touch with this.

6. Industry continues to be impeded by extremely unionization-friendly Congress-era labor laws. The metal-working factory my dad is in charge of is an illustrative example. Profits are heavily dependent on reducing human errors in production, and workers are least bothered. They have been in the job for 20+ years; labor laws make it nearly impossible to fire "worker" class of people in India. There is therefore no motivation to perform. The union these workers form is additionally able to regularly increase their compensation. In fact, the workers are so complacent that performance-based salary increases are also not enough to motivate them to work more efficiently. So the factory tries to hire additional "contract" workers on lower wages that are not protected by these laws. That creates a vicious atmosphere since some workers are payed disproportionately less for the same work. Rightly these workers are knocking on the door of the courts for equal pay. Here the painfully slow Indian legal system works in the factory's favor. I do not see how this situation can be addressed. It is a bit like the introduction of reservation in education and jobs for certain castes. At 15% of job seats, it makes good sense, but at 90% in some places, it ceases to be meaningful. Similarly, the extreme protection of labor is doing no good to anyone in the country---worker salaries aren't rising fast enough and new industries are not investing in the country. The Congress has, in each iteration since their existence, introduced policies that are so politically expedient that all parties unanimously agree to them to save face. Once the policy is in paper, revoking them is simply unimaginable from a political point of view.

7. Eating out, shopping clothes, and many other things are tending towards American prices, especially if you shop in malls. Which tells me that even though salaries have risen, the standards of living have not risen by much if at all, especially for the middle class. Things are likely better for the lower classes but life is still very hard for the average worker in the Indian system.

Now time for some simpler moments:

1. It was fun to enjoy a shot of brandy with my grandma. She was her usual self. A street dog has decided that he will protect my grandma every time she's out to enjoy some sun in the afternoon time.  It is unclear why this dog provides this service free of charge but I appreciate it.

2. My favorite new phrase, which was relayed to me in different Hindi dialects in both Jaipur and Kanpur is that there's no point in collecting money in life for posterity. If your child is a kaput, they'll blow through all that money in no time; if your child is a saput, they won't need your inheritance anyway. I like the idea of burning through my money by myself, personally speaking :)

3. People in my wife's family have huge social networks, especially those in Jaipur. They have seen so many deaths of other, older people that they do not feel the pain of bereavement. Life comes. Life goes. People continue smiling. It's an eerie tranquility.


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