Frail and propped up in a chair, Mr Jha wasn’t quite the man I knew. His memory seemed intact but he was upset about not being able to work. “I just can’t depend on others and remain idle,” he said. He also told me that the man employed as his carer was not kind to him. How everything changes—the strong, flamboyant editor I’d held in awe was suddenly so vulnerable.
- From a memoir by Mohan Sivanand
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