Connecting Threads
Anju, director of ISRC, and our family Imagine knowing you were born somewhere else and having no person to connect you with your birth story. I don’t just mean being the last surviving member of your family, though that certainly carries its own pain, but not having anyone in your conscious memory who could share stories that connect you to your first year of life. I can try to imagine, but I don’t actually know what that is like. I’ve heard stories of my birth - I even have a cassette recording of my trip home from the hospital in which I was being held in a family member’s arms before car seats were an expected requirement. Namita and Baby Morgan Monami For my daughter, she has only my stories of what I’ve heard, stories I partly imagine with her of ayahs playing with and holding her. I can tell her what I’ve read on paper, but like many families, we grasp for any tangible connection for our children even though these are few and far...