Loss

“The hardest thing in moving to Ottawa was leaving, but it was the best thing I could have done.”

“My heart and my Delhi may both be in ruins; there are still some delights in this ravaged home.”

“Today, I have lost my voice.”

“I hardly ever see my paintings around. I don’t have the faintest idea where half of my life’s work is.”

“We can’t go home. Even if we could, our home may no longer exist.”