My mother as writer:

She writes on July 8th, 2005:

'My mind is like a road in a mountainous area. Even after severe rains, water does not gather even on those roads of mountainous regions that are on more plane surface. The water always cascades away. Was born in Shillong and grew up in Shillong. My mind is like a road in Shillong. It does not remain burdened by insults and humiliations. Somewhere along the way they just drop off. My mind becomes free again.'

And then she writes about a woman who indulged her husband's libidinal appetites. Wished him well and said 'bye' to him with grace.