Category: Memories
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Let there be light!
Holiday season is upon us. This past Sunday I rushed through the aisles of the local clothing store picking up a piece here and a piece there. I piled on my purchases and dove into the first available dressing room making sure I had at least one pair that fit. Walking out the store with…
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Ten Treasured Years!
Eager eyes, heart beating faster, I spy the rather large car filled with people come to a stop before the house. I suddenly feel nervous. I run upstairs before anyone has a chance to catch me at my most vulnerable moment. I slink back unseen, mustering courage, a smile firmly in place. I sit on…
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Sentimental treasures
I stayed by the window giving directions over the phone still I spied the shiny black SUV turn around the bend leading to our home. I was excited. Gathering Kay and Cee, K and I threw open the door and waited patiently for the group of four to walk up the stairs to inside. Tall,…
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A Baby(ies) changes everything!
Back home after an incredibly short but eventful trip home to India, I woke earlier than usual. Bustling in the kitchen getting ready to go back to work after a two week break, images from my trip played out in a continual loop in my head. The fervent packing and the final drive to the…
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This Day That Year
For once when the alarm went off at 5:00 AM this morning I did not wake up with a startle wondering if it had to be morning already. You see, since yesterday evening my mind and emotions have been on overdrive rewinding the days, weeks and months back to this calendar date last year. My…
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In memoriam
Today marks four years to the day since Appa breathed his last. As my mother, sister and I stood around his bedside and watched the monitor mark the end, it also marked the end of an era. A period of my life marked by unconditional, silent love. Today as I grieve the loss of my…
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Memories in the making
It’s the holiday season around the corner and I can already feel the warmth in the air. As we round the bend to drive up to our home, I see lights twinkling from dark windows on either sides of the road. I LOVE this time of the year despite the cold and the darkness that…
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Ode to my Ultra
On this extremely productive Sunday morning, I sit on my couch with the sambar bubbling on the stove, kids napping and the hum of my Ultra grinder serving as a soothing background noise. As I login to my online class, the soothing hum of the motor brings back thoughts from a long time past. The…
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Hair today gone tomorrow
In the few hours before bed when it is my habit to aimlessly browse the internet, I was lurking on trans-racial adoption boards to gain insight on how to care for hair unlike my own. Thread after thread dealt with braiding and hair care products for African hair. Fascinated, I read until I was too…
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The woman who was a child
I remember her first as a bride, milk white next to my rather dark chitappa. I was in fourth grade then. The competition was fierce to vie for her affections amidst a brood of siblings and cousins. Snatches of images crowd my brain. Her in a six yards saree when my mom and other chithi…