The worst thing to ever happen to me, happened on January 16. I look back on that day and see a compounded series of cursed events, occurring in such a sequence that one can only call it fate. By all accounts, January 16 started like an average day. I woke…

Grief has not been a guest in my house. I have been lucky, at 34 years of age, to not have suffered the intense, visceral pain of losing a loved one. Although I have deeply empathised and listened with willing ears whenever I would hear of someone else’s loss, I…