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Shevlin Sebastian

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At 9.30 p.m., on a Saturday, I told my mother, “The mass tomorrow is at 7 a.m. We will leave at 6.45 a.m. Don’t awaken me at 5.30 a.m.” My mother nodded. The next morning, at 5.30 a.m. my mother opened my bedroom door. I was lying on my back, in a T-shirt and Bermuda shorts, my eyes closed. She stood at the door for a couple of seconds. Then she came up, peered at me and said, “Shev….lin.” Her voice cracked at the lin. It was a chilly morning in Kochi. It had rained furiously the previous night. Maybe my mother felt the cold. Her tone reflected this. “It is 5.30 a.m., don’t we have to go to Mass?” she said. “Mum, the mass is at 7 a.m. We have to leave at 6.45 a.m. There is more than an hour left,” I said, still keeping my eyes closed.…