family rules

travel exposes you to feelings that you never imagine you are capable of experiencing or rather expressing, so they say. I was a non-believer till I wrote this blog entry.

Some time ago, Papaji left.

A long time ago- for four years- every day, when I was home from college, every single day, I would drive past the model town chatwallah, past ‘niku park’, past ‘my foot!’ to get my share of ‘patashas’- a sweet treat. Papaji got them from the gurudwara.

I shared more with him than I did with my ‘real’ grandfathers- his stories about the Indian partition, his sorrow over losing Biji with a simple hug and now, little did I know then, his family.

Because family is who you trust- for everything, without a second thought, completely.

For my family- I feel blessed to have you all in my life.
I love you all.