And I can never make an insipid adraki gobhi without wishing I'd asked for that recipe while there was still time.
Monday, September 06, 2010
365 x 3
Time heals all wounds. But it cannot take away that sudden urge to dial a number still saved on the phone. To share a funny story. To seek a spot of advice. To clear a doubt. To hear a blessing. To recognise silent laughter over the airwaves. To spill all.
7 comments:
Hugs no it cant . You turn to the phone to dial the number and its only when you have dialled that you disconnect . Hugs sweetheart . Is it your dida ?
Yeah, it's Dida. 10th Sept marks 3 years, but she collapsed on the 5th, a while after we spoke on the phone.
Thanks for the hugs :)
I remember your solemn tribute to your grandmom. yes, time does heal but the emptiness remains.
i am sure she misses you too!
hugs Anna...
Dida, she lives. Granny-love never dies. Ever. That's the rule.
Very touching. Hope she's happy and at peace wherever she is..
Hugs Annie. How have you been ? Loved this piece. Reminded me of exactly what I feel in Baba's absence. The advent of the Pujas makes it worse.
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