My grandfather lost his mother when he was three. His younger brother was one. I am curious to know what happened to his mother. Acute anaemia? Nobody would know. My great grandfather, a young man of old times, felt it was too much to tackle. So he left his two 'not yet four' children at their maternal grandmother's house and went back to his village, forty miles away. Unencumbered by appendages of an earlier marriage, he decided to get married again. I will try not to judge him unfavourably as the eyes with which we see the world is shaped by the worlds and times we have inhabited. I am not aware how long did his mourning last though. The old world had ways of carrying on with the vagaries of life. After all, back in the year 1927, with no vaccines, no doctors, bad nutrition living past forty was a statistical fortune.
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