What a beautiful way to begin the day...to be greeted with a moment eternalised...the photograph of ma and bhai the day this little bundle of joy came home from the nursing home and it all felt complete.
Our growing up years are the best one could ask for, from peeling oranges in the winter sun right after lunch during the December school holidays, the tents we built in the garden, cricket matches with friends in the alleys and fields...to listening to music from the world over on the gramaphone record collections of dad and looking forward to Charlie Chaplin shows in the movie theatres!
From wondering what Santa would leave in the stockings(!!!), and the little gifts wrapped up everytime dad came back from one of his trips and trying Cointreau for the first time as young adult, to endless evenings at the Club and fabulous dinners cooked by mum ... specially the smell of a baking cake in the oven and running to look how much it had risen or how much more time till the khao suey was served ... and yes the long drives with Baba after dinner...Those definitely were the days...where simple joys were the order of the day... where there was no loss , no grief...no feeling of a void somewhere...
