But after that, Obaachan looked at me as cursed.
Obaachan also talked about the beauty of Jesus Christ.
I know Mom and Obaachan were not good to you.
I realized that perhaps this was the Dharma that Obaachan had taught me.
But when I called her,“Obaachan,” she opened her eyes and looked into mine.
I wondered if she was now with God and remembered asking Obaachan,“Where is God?”?
As I gazed at the lifeless body I recalled the time that I lived with Obaachan in my youth.
It had been a long trip to get there and Obaachan had been on a long journey in this world.
I knew him as a man scorned by society as a fool, and Obaachan affirmed that he was indeed a fool.
I thanked everyone for coming, some from far away, and I narrated a simple story of Obaachan as I knew her,
from a gifted girl who was held down and held back, often told by adults,“You should have been born a boy,” and how this injustice remained with her till near the end of her life.