I just posted this picture on my Facebook because it makes me happy. It's one of my father and uncles-in-law keeping vigil outside my father-in-law's nursing home room as he recuperated from yet another surgery during his final illness. Of course, when I say they were keeping vigil I mean they were drinking tea and discussing the world and Calcutta as She Used to Be. Because they're Bengali like that.
At a time when every day was a struggle and we only survived because things moved too fast for us to brood, when we never knew from hour to hour what the next hour would bring, I took this photograph to remind myself of my father-in-law smiling because he could hear them outside his window.