Instead of posting something of my own this week, I want to share a couple poignant lines from Bharati Mukherjee's famous short story The Management of Grief. I read this for class last semester and again this semester for my Forms of Fiction class. This story slays me. Absolutely kills me. I wont' spoil anything by explaining the quote. Either you know it from the story and you'll weep with me or it'll peak your interest and you'll go read it.
"Then as I stood in the path looking north to Queen's Park and west to the university, I heard the voices of my family one last time. Your time has come, they said. Go be brave."
Love,
M
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