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Every Monday night, around nine-thirty US Central time, my husband calls his parents and two brothers in India. It’s his “routine call home” during which he catches up on the latest political happenings, friends and family gossip. It is Tuesday morning over there when he calls (India is eleven and a half hours ahead of US time). I have no such “routine calls” planned for my parents and siblings. I call when I miss them, which is often, and sometimes they call me up wondering why I haven’t cal. . .

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    In a scratchy, sandpapery voice she tells me Aaji passed away in the early morning hours. My mother, an aunt, my Baba and a cousin were with her when she took her last breath. I am strangely calm as I ask my sister questions about her last morning. When she hangs up the phone, I go back to watching Friday Night Lights. It is a nail-biting homecoming game between the Dillon Panthers and the visiting team.
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    In a scratchy, sandpapery voice she tells me Aaji passed away in the early morning hours. My mother, an aunt, my Baba and a cousin were with her when she took her last breath. I am strangely calm as I ask my sister questions about her last morning. When she hangs up the phone, I go back to watching Friday Night Lights. It is a nail-biting homecoming game between the Dillon Panthers and the visiting team.
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