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.

And I can never make an insipid adraki gobhi without wishing I'd asked for that recipe while there was still time.


7 comments:

eve's lungs said...

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 ?

Thinking Cramps said...

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 :)

sukanya said...

I remember your solemn tribute to your grandmom. yes, time does heal but the emptiness remains.
i am sure she misses you too!

the mad momma said...

hugs Anna...

OrangeJammies said...

Dida, she lives. Granny-love never dies. Ever. That's the rule.

Padma said...

Very touching. Hope she's happy and at peace wherever she is..

The Weekend Blogger said...

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.