I gazed in wonder at the miniature form of my daughter, only minutes old, lying upon my chest -- her perfect cheeks, the curve of her lips, the wisps of hair. I was awestruck, overwhelmed with love. From my room, I could faintly hear my husband on the phone in the hallway. When he re-entered, his face was hesitant, tense.
"I don't know if I should tell you ..."
Fearful that something had gone dreadfully wrong after all, I clutched my daughter, shielding her from the news.
"It's your guru," he said. "He died this morning."
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By the way, Gina Misiroglu of Red Room put me in touch with the AOL people, which is one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.
Causes Jayanti Tamm Supports
Big Brothers Big Sisters
Central Asian Institute