A hugely guilty memory for me from the years of the pandemic is how I slowed down to host family at home (my in-laws got stuck with us, never mind) and spent time with my son who was all of 3 years old then.
And on some days, I am mothering my mother - as she makes a stop at my house on her way home, back from the Temple. I fuss over her, hand over the bowl of poha and chai I had put aside for her, because Tuesday! Watch as she gulps it down listening to gossip from me !
And on some days, I am mothering my mother - as she makes a stop at my house on her way home, back from the Temple. I fuss over her, hand over the bowl of poha and chai I had put aside for her, because Tuesday! Watch as she gulps it down listening to gossip from me !
Lovely Read, N!
I make my own dosais now, but that side of gossip about dead aunts is what I truly miss!
as someone who lives in a different city from her parents, i wish for a setup like this. distance yet proximity. loved reading this. cheers.