As usual, I took a break today to look at some old photos. You know how it is – look at one, and it triggers a few more albums…and memories that surround the photos. Today I was looking at our Dharamsala trip photos. What a lovely trip it was – we…
Coffee With Mi
Life is like magic, just like you used to say, Mi, although I must confess I never quite believed it. I guess I was too cynical to just accept something like that. But you often said, with your infinite patience that “one day” I would realize many things. You were…
On the way to the Post Office the other day, I got a rude shock when I saw that the 8th cross market was no more, Mi!. I rather felt like Rip Van Winkle, waking up to see the world as I knew it had changed. Where I remembered baskets and…
By the way, I am using hair oil disguised as cream from garnier (because I am worth it) and it makes my hair smell like it was just washed – not shampoo fragranced just washed, but wet hair just washed.Freaky.Reminds me of all those days in Madras when we’d double-shampoo…
Such fond memories of making gratitude lists with you, Mi! Every time I felt low, you quietly passed me the pad and pencil you always had by your side and simply said “Write”. And I did. I am not sure when it became a habit to automatically list things I…
This song has been playing over and over in my head, partly thanks to Sury singing it whenever it plays on the radio. I love the bond we share, united in remembering you and your very essence when we listen to this song. It played again on the radio yesterday…