“Losing my mother to cancer and my father on the day of my wedding were the biggest setbacks of my life”

says Gurudas Pai, whose life suddenly changed in the span of four years. He had no option but to face these adverse situations, but, according to him, those intense episodes of darkness were also the best teachers. What keeps him going? It’s a poem by Walter Wintle. Read his first-person account

“Hope keeps the ship sailing … a faint hope that I will meet my mother someday”

says Darshana Shukul, a corporate communication professional, who lost her mother soon after her baby brother was born. She was just five. She still remembers seeing her mother lying on the hospital bed, pale and lifeless, and the strange deafening silence between the two. In this first-person account, she talks about how, while growing up, she wrote stories, sought solace in God’s grace, and absentmindedly befriended books, weapons that helped her battle the painful emotions of losing her mother