Tonight's fish curry tastes wonderful. Wonderful because the last sprinkle of tamarind adds to the spice. There will be this spice no more. Ah! fickle life!
Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.
Well aren't you glad that you were able to enjoy it while it lasted and you were able to make wonderful memories with your grandma?
ReplyDeleteI suppose that's what matters - to make the most out of what we have while we have it :-)
Mathura Wali and Tamarind... Rashid, these are memories and recollections that match very well my own thoughts today as I remembered my father and other people in my family who have left "spices" that continue to season my life. Thank you for the very, very good ideas and for the excellent writing. I have a small, classic image of Baby Krishna which I got in India many years ago. It's resting on my computer desk as I write this note. I'll take a picture of it and post it on my BLOG. Thanks, Rashid.
ReplyDelete@Raajiii: Completely and Absolutely Agree. I cherish all those seasons spent being a grandson. She defined me :)
ReplyDelete@ Jerral: Thank you so much. Looking forward to that photo.
A poignant but wonderful post Rajesh and a good reminder to treasure those we love.
ReplyDelete(She had such a beautiful smile.)
@ Sue: Thank you for your comment. Yes, she had a wonderful smile. She was the last of a generation of very strong Nair Women who used to lead in a matriarchal set up. These days, sadly, the men folks have started ruling the roost :)
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ReplyDeleteSure, you are your grandma`s favorite grandson. Glad you were able to enjoy the Tamarind.
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