she heard echoes from a world,
she had failed to see before

Every little things matter.
My mother lost all her valuables when she left her husband. The beautiful clothes, jewellery, everyday goods. What she didn’t lose were her two kids and the resolve to provide them with a good life away from the shadows – despite the adversity, despite having barely anything herself.
And she worked hard, standing tall and independent, warmly holding in her arms and giving us peace. Sometimes, she would miss her old things: things she had to leave behind; things she would weave into stories for us; things she has now collected through perseverance: the mana to measure rice for us, the karuwa to fill with clear water, the dalaa never short of grains.
‘Absence unbothered’ is a story of that very perseverance and love with which my mother raised us without the husband’s presence – the absence that troubles no more.



