Jiji
She was eleven years older, steady, always there. A portrait of my sister Pushpa — the homes she built, the letters she wrote, and the quiet way she held all of us together.
Reflections on Medicine and Life by Dr. S.P. Kalantri
She was eleven years older, steady, always there. A portrait of my sister Pushpa — the homes she built, the letters she wrote, and the quiet way she held all of us together.