Bare by Bani J

The First 

Back on the 21st of August 2020, this feeling kept me up till about 3am - until I finally got out of bed and started writing ✍🏻 it feels like a love letter now- to the grief I felt- on behalf of my mother. Here you go mom. 


The Sixth: Grief, in prose.

Realising some stories will always be left untold on my last trip back to Chandigarh ❤️


The Fifth; Realizations. 

Mumbai, Quarantine Day 4, morning rituals and asking What is it that I need to know? 


The Fourth. 

Coming to you from the UK visiting my sister + the family for x’mas! ❄️ Sofia surprises me when she brings up Max, Mom & heaven.


The Third.

First Drizzle of 2019 in Mumbai while still shooting for 4MSP cut to - back home in Chandigarh. Missing mom. Realisations aplenty in the silence of a still afternoon back in the house I grew up in. 


The Second 

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Never one to shy away from all the things that move her, Bani is finally compiling moments - big and small - to remember, to mark, to share, to dwell in, to revel at and most of all to let you know, in this roller coaster called Life, we are not alone. 

The First

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The Sixth: Grief, in prose.

The Fifth; Realizations.

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