In Lucknow, as in other parts of the world, graves mean little to some people, but a search on the internet proves otherwise! What one will find on this blog isn't even 'a drop in the vast ocean' of tears that would have been shed if it were possible to calculate. The names, the sad poetry, quotes and expression of grief of the loved ones all being ground to dust. "...We always say that the history of a parish is in its graveyards..." Passage West (from a blog and book by Jim Murphy)
Dear Uncle 'Pincher' Jacob was a good friend of my dad's and a frequent visitor to our home. When he died suddenly at a paan shop outside UP Handicrafts, we were all shocked. His funeral was so late in the evening that everyone was afraid the sun would set and the funeral would be cancelled. His coffin was the only one I've seen being conveyed on a kind of flat cart.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to you and your family. I'm with my younger daughter in Vienna for a few weeks, back in Pune next month.
Cheers,
Glenda
Hi Glenda, I had forgotten the time of the funeral. Tommy Henderson and I also came to the cemetery but left before it could take place. I forgot that it was in the evening.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to you and your family, Cheers George