'Although not crammed with pictures of smiling relatives, this fridge is a pretty fair reflection of my small family. Not just my son's changing faces but a fragment of his poetry as well -- words can be more authentic than a photograph sometimes. My father (who died suddenly while visiting me in London) always watching over me, his face beside the grandson he never met'.
Nice to see my refrigerator door in the Weekend Guardian.
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