Paati paused her TV show, indicating to me that she needed the bathroom. I put my book down and helped her into the wheelchair. She softly mentioned her declining health and looked at me pleadingly, but I avoided her gaze. I helped her onto the commode in the bathroom, hoping she would not fall again. A month later, she was all I could think about at the airport, waiting for my flight to America. Another month later, I received a text from my dad that she had passed away. I ran to the bathroom, sat on the commode, and cried.
Sundar Visweswaran is a writer and photographer, among other titles. medium.com/@sundarvisweswaran