As if all the suffering was not enough, I was also accused of the death and misery of my own loved ones, my Gujarati brothers and sisters. Can you imagine the inner turmoil and shock of being blamed for the very events that have shattered you!

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn't eat or sleep.

There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

The nearest friends can goWith anyone to death, comes so far shortThey might as well not try to go at all.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.