Sometimes, it means so much when you know there are people who care about you.
When Yaya was in Mexico, my youngest moved in to Yaya’s room and slept in Yaya’s bed. She has her own room and the only reason I think she did that was because she missed her sister. I was really concerned how my child will cope when Yaya leaves home next year. It occurred to me that I probably will have to move to US and the same evening a friend asked me without any rhyme or reason “So when are you planning to move to US?” It felt like she read my mind !
Every year, as we approach Christmas season, I miss my mother. I know another year has come and gone and that is one year less I will have with my mother. There is no chance that I will ever have any sort of relationship with my mother, however that doesn’t stop me from wishing if only..and I cope by cooking food that I associate with my mother. A reader send me the recipe of coconut chammanthi..very similar to what my mother makes. ( I am sorry, I haven’t replied to your email, I just don’t get enough time to do it)
Yesterday, due to various reasons, I was feeling a bit down and just needed to talk to someone..and a friend in Mysore did just that. It felt so good to talk to someone..to know that there are people who care..
So here is a thank you to all of you..for all that you do..