Another reason we went to Delhi was to have our kid’s teeth worked on. All of them needed braces at some stage and we found a great orthodontist in Khan Market. We had appointments every six months so we tried to combine our visits with other things.
The lady orthodontist was lovely. We always chatted about our families and she was so gentle and kind with all three of our children. Her daughter and Jordan were the same age so we had that in common. There was something slightly sad about her, but she was lovely.
Just before Jordan’s last visit, Dr Talwar and her dentist husband were arrested for the brutal murder of their fourteen-year-old daughter Aarushi and their male domestic helper.
We were shocked. She loved her daughter. We spoke about her so often. She was quietly proud of how she was growing up.
How things change. One minute, a successful orthodontist and the next minute in jail for the murder of your only child.
I cried for her and her husband. I cried for their loss and their helpless state. I sent her a card to let her know she was a blessing to our family. I told her I believed with all my heart that she loved her daughter. I let her know I was praying for her.
How fickle life is. How fleeting. Like grass in the field. Like flowers in a garden. Here today gone tomorrow.
How vital it is that we have a Rock to stand on. Sand just doesn’t work.