I can understand how some people might wish to swop places with their loved one who has died or been diagnosed with a terminal illness.
I could do that, no doubt.
But it misses one of the many points.
There would still be the grief, the loneliness, confusion of being only one part of the whole.
And how would it work? I would take on Manjula’s illness she would have all our money, material goods (she’d definitely demand the washing machine) the house, Lucy. No sweat. But it’s no solution. We’d still be apart. Maybe we could go for a hybrid two halves as one.
No I’m not going bonkers this is how my mind ordinarily ‘works’.
If it was just a case of a straight swop. I’d worry that even though Manjula can be strong as a rock, gentle as the waves, she actually comes from a very poor background and in this extremely layered patriarchal society it will always be a challenge for a woman on her own.
Until of course it really changes.
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