Life 'n Loss ...

Life & Loss has taught me:
That you will never understand loss, no matter how much you empathize & sympathize with others, until it actually happens to you.
That every harsh word exchanged with a loved one, will come back to haunt you when they are not around.
That, in time, you will pick up the pieces and move on, but a permanent & nagging heart ache will reside in your being forever.
That what you are left with are memories … so make the time & take the effort to create them. A casual outing, a shopping trip, some photo opportunities, a quiet moment listening to music, hanging around in the kitchen, stalking relatives on facebook ...

That all your parents wanted was for you to stay healthy & happy (&wealthy, I think!) & what would make them happiest would be for you to move forward and ensure that your kids get the benefit of the same liberated, uplifting upbringing that you were fortunate to have.
That your Parents were also a couple who shared a deep bond, which defied "death do you apart".
That if there was ever a right time to use that sense of humor, you inherited, in abundance, from the most wonderful parents, it is right here, right now …
That clichéd inspirational quote:
“Live, Laugh, Love” … now I understand!

Meet the Parents, Amma style!

I had the coolest Mom.

When Ashok and I decided to get married, my feisty Amma enthusiastically went on a pilgrimage with my to-be-in-laws,
to "Meet The Parents" and to get to know them better.

They came back good friends, with a deep and lasting bond.

Bless you, Amma!

It's moi!

It's been a while since I visited my friendly neighborhood beauty parlor.
Which means I have been going around with greying hair, shabby nails and how do I put this ...
a well grown mustache!

So here I am finally, my hair gratefully soaking up chemical color and some lawn- mowing happening, above my lips!
Problem is, when I walk out of the salon, hair gleaming darkly and my face, cleared of weeds, clean,bright ...
and I lose my memory, no one will recognise me!!!!

Doston, keeping you posted ... in case you hear of a plump, middle-aged lady, with dark hair and a clean face, wearing an over starched, green churidar-kurta, that's moi!!!
Please call up my husband immediately!!!