by Balwant, Naseeb’s mother
It’s daffodil flowering time of year again. In a previous post we mentioned that when Naseeb was little he would tell people his birthday was when the daffodils come out. On this which would have been Naseeb’s 25th birthday, and the 4th birthday since he died, daffodils are flowering including under his memorial tree.
Time has warped since Naseeb died. Often I find myself watching the past whilst trying to exist in the present. Particularly at tender times of the year like when it’s Naseeb’s birthday, the anniversary of his passing away and the end of the year. I become subdued and go into a vortex of my own thoughts, whilst the world carries on around me. Losing Naseeb has been all consuming. The words of Italo Calvino from his novel Invisible Cities come to mind:
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