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(33,@5 +0,:,3 is an Honorary Research Fellow at the University of KwaZulu-Natal, specialising in the study of the place of women in Hinduism in South Africa, particularly their veneration of the Goddess. In 2007 she edited Shakti: Stories of Indian Women in South Africa (Wits University Press).  +6,:@6 ;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6693+;6;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6;/(;@6<»9,6<;& Since his death I have missed him more than I could ever have imagined, which I’m quite pleased about, because I think this means that we had achieved some real closeness. I now know that I can somehow forgive him, because I realised from my own experience and what Ruth, their friend, says he told her, that he was so obviously tortured by how awful he believed he had been in the past. I feel, for the first time in my life, that I am able to appreciate some of the things that he was and did, and even to feel some sense of gratitude to him, as well as my strong feeling for Mom. And, as I grow older, I keep recognising them in things I do and say, something that is not altogether unpleasant – in fact, quite amusing and comforting. And most amazingly, perhaps not surprisingly, shortly after mother died, I had a vivid and powerful dream of myself and Mary standing on board a ferry as it pulled away from the quayside, waving to my mother and father who were standing on the shore, in a characteristically Greek landscape with a backdrop of dark spreading Mediterranean pines and tall, thin, sad cypresses. The old deities retain their ancient all-pervading power, still manifesting themselves in the beauty and terror of the natural world, and all life. ...

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