CHAPTER 4: A THORN

Growing a rose garden has its ups and downs…

On a grey, bitterly cold February morning in 2013, Ambarish informed me, with great regret, that due to his now confirmed professional engagements, he could no longer direct my short.

I felt the prick of the thorn, but understood.

I headed back home in the sleet, sat in my living room, which felt unusually dark, and shed a wee tear.

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