<h3><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.in/preeti-vangani/living-with-the-loss-of-m_b_8909468.html?utm_hp_ref=india" data-beacon='{"p":{"lnid":"hdln"}}'>Living With The Loss Of My Mother</a></h3>

I lost my mother in 2008, the evening after my convocation ceremony. I was suddenly told to come back home, leaving my life open in half-packed cartons. A nurse took the sheet off her face and I tried mumbling between my sobs, dad by my side, "But it looks like she's smiling, doesn't it?" Her forearm was cold to touch, not the sort of warm milky softness which I was accustomed to clawing into every time I was nervous.