Thinking of you so much more than usual today, Mi! I am thinking of the champa flowers you loved and even today, ten years later, I’ll find a petal or flower around the house–pressed in a book, in a box, on a shelf hidden under something. It has been a…
Coffee With Mi
Some days are just bizarre, Mi! And they are not helped by spilled coffee. This morning started well enough. I woke up, ablutioned, then opened the front door to bring in the milk bag. Put the new one in and took the old one out of the fridge. Grabbed the…
Saying goodbye, that too to V, is the worst thing, Mi. Gosh, the vacuum he leaves behind is so painful. I keep expecting to see his smiling face all the time. We miss the hugs and cuddles, the conversations. Sure we have the technology and can talk to him whenever…
But then, you were always right. The longer I live, the more I believe in the mother-is-always-right phrase. Just this morning, as I chopped up the bhindi, added the masala and set it to cook on the stove and went on to knead the dough for roti, I couldn’t help…
I had to smile when I saw the phrase Take it easy. How do I take time for myself especially with an ever-growing to-do list? Oh, let me count the ways! I enjoy being busy. Of course, you know I am also pretty good at being lazy but that’s rather…
The sampige flowers are in full bloom and they miss you, Mi. Right now they seem to be in season and we can smell them everywhere when we step out. Flower ladies have large bags of the blooms. On 8th cross, the street vendors sell 20 flowers for Rs.10. Did…