Today something really nice happened after a long time. My first thoughts were those of my dad, my baba. My dad was enormously invested in every aspect of my upbringing, be it helping me put together projects, staying up nights with me before exams or getting the best of the sweets and pastries in town to celebrate my success. In fact, when I go back home I still find my report cards (1st to 10th), all merit certificates neatly stacked in a file till today. It’s just that he is not around. The immensity of emotions, feelings and love that I feel he would have felt had he been here today is something I cannot put down in words. My dad passed away 13 years back but I almost feel like I am in school and I have done really well in a test and waiting for baba to get home in the evening and acknowledge my success. I miss him. My eyes swell up with tears as I write this but I know for sure he is around!!!
We’ve all got those recipes that someone special made for us a kid, but that we haven’t had in years. After a quick visit to the Central Valley to visit my boyfriend’s house and try to find his favorite cooking pieces from his childhood (like his mom’s cast iron cornstick pan), we started talking about