Month: August 2012
I feel pretty smug about this, Mi. Especially when I think, how, as a child, I would be fascinated by your magic way of rolling out the rotis, one after the other, around fifty of them, perfectly round. Since we…
This may come as no surprise to all those who know you, Mi. I totally get why you loved cooking so much. The day before yesterday, I was going through your old diary where you’ve sprinkled recipes, jokes, words of…
Mi,You know we talk about you as though you are amid us, which you are, in our thoughts and in everything we do, simply because you taught me most of the things I know. And today, I felt all choked…