I’d crashed my car into a homeless woman. She spent her final moments showing me kindness.
I’d crashed my car into a homeless woman. She spent her final moments showing me kindness.
By Catherine Gilon
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It was a cold November morning, and I had travelled with my family to our ancestral temple in a village in Tamil Nadu. My sister’s 11-month-old baby was to be tonsured for the first time – a religious head-shaving that in Hinduism is a way of discarding the evil eye and removing any negativity from past lives; a new start.
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