conversation took place when G was 4 years old. She’s now 6.
Nevertheless, posting it here.)
“Nobody dies in Bangalore because there are no bad people here
Imagine the kind of shock I got when I heard my 4-year old
daughter tell me this. Whoa, little lady where is this coming
from? Die??…bad people with guns…? After the initial shock
wore off, I had no idea how to react let alone talk it out with
her. From what I thought G understood about death was that some
people go to God and become a star in the sky from where they had
come in the first place. Just like her little cousin sister, her
aunt’s dog-Sultan, and a friend’s father. Everytime she sees a
star at night (which is not so often in a place like Bangalore)
she says Hi! to them all…so sweet and innocent. I liked it
that way. Now we will have to go through some reality check and
come up with a more realistic, though softer, explanation that
the tender souls can make sense of.
Lessons are getting tougher as the years pass.
We have battled monsters and ghosts but Death is a tough one even
for Ma. Well, let time spin its own stories and I will try my
best to hold you in my lap if its anything scarier than you can
handle, my love!