Josna Rege

To Dad, with Love

In Notes on October 3, 2016 at 2:24 pm

My father has passed away. It is much too soon for me to write about him; I can’t find the words. But over the years he has figured in many Tell Me Another stories. Taken collectively, I think they convey something of his character, interspersed (in italics) with some favorite songs of Dad’s and some of mine.

To Dad, with Love

The Yogi of Beals Street

Kaun Gali Gayo Shyam

The Kurta Joke

Hai Apna Dil to Awara

Sucking Lemons and Quoting Shaw

Dhitang Dhitang Bole

So Many Things Have Disappeared

Yeh Raatein Yeh Mausam

Flash

Mandoubala

Jaggery Coconut, Nectar of the Gods

Mexican Home

The Bay of Biscay and the Gully Gully Man

Ichak Dana Bichak Dana 

Dolls I Have Loved (and Lost)

Aa Jao Tadapte Hain Armaan

The Long Journey

Can’t Buy Me Love

From a Railway Carriage

Lady Madonna

Greece in the 60s: Expats and Other Animals

O Ymittos

Learning to Swim

`    Synnefiasmeni Kyriaki

Cookbooks, Immigrants, and Improvisation

Mera Joota Hai Japani

Avoiding the Plague

Aaj Jyotsna Raate

Untangling

Lively Up Yourself

Riding Like the Wind

Pre-dawn Adventures

Utha Utha Sakala Jana

Waste Not, Want Not

On Not Knowing the Signs

“Heuch, Heuch!” (and other family lingo)

The Silver Hairpin

What’s in a Name?

An Immigrant’s Reflections on Independence Day

The Mango Room

Across the Miles

The Taste of Home

Doing it Themselves

Inscriptions

Slow Food from Way Back

       Buying Up the Whole Store

Colo(u)rs

Notting Hill Bedsitter, 1950s

Thoughts on Fathers and Fatherhood

Tell Me Another (Contents to Date)

Chronological Table of Contents

  1. I am so sorry to hear about your father Josna. Thinking of you and sending you love.

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  2. I am so sorry to hear of your loss.

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  3. So sorry to hear this.

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    • Thank you very much.
      At this time Home, as in Dad’s place of origin, feels closer in some respects, not farther away as I had feared.

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  4. Josna, my deepest condolences. It took me years and years to write of my own father and the day he passed away are still fresh in my mind.

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    • Thank you so much. Yes, this is something that doesn’t fade. I hope and trust that memories and feelings of their presence are also there for us, after the initial grief recedes.

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  5. I will enjoy reading these sweetheart. Hugs and love xxxx

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  6. such a presence in your life. he will be there.

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