Whenever I feel the sun on my back, I think of Rani. An Indian lady in her sixties, with wiry grey hair and few teeth, she loved to find a sunny spot to sit or lie down and feel the warmth on her back. Due to a complicated family situation concerning her house, she spent her days – and, possibly, her nights – out and about, soaking up the sun wherever she found it.

But winter isn’t kind to a sunseeker. One cold night, she came inside the rectory at the Catholic church. Like other cold nights, she declined the priest’s offer to stay. But during this particular cold night, she succumbed to pneumonia. The priest found her outside the church the next morning.

May Rani rest in peace and always know the warmth of the sun on her back.

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