Just felt like writing a note to my family. All my uncles, aunts and cousins. Thanks for the wonderful company and always being so patient with all my intrusive questions and constant yammering. And for reading my blog, even when it’s humdrum.
So many surprises. Lovely presents and stories from Kashmir from my aunty S. But the best thing was having her back. We missed her when she was away, as parties are boring without her. She’s totally the live wire. Aunty S, Cousin P and Cousin G make the parties interesting with their long, drawn out, but always affectionate arguments. It’s only with family that we can pretend fight, be absolutely childish or should I say child-like, and it’s totally ok – even fun.
To my dear cousin R for the surprise strawberry cake today (no matter how old I get, I love blowing out candles and making wishes). And my sweet aunty C for birthday cake she baked from scratch the other day, not knowing I was ill and couldn’t make it out. If only I hadn’t been so ill that day and holed up in bed. Shucks. Still, I was very touched that she went to so much trouble. Her cakes are out of this world.
For the awesome food – my aunty C’s cooking is way better than any professional catering company and I’m lucky I get to partake in the feast for free. String hoppers, sothi, chicken curry and french beans. I was too greedy to take any photos of the food. I just wanted to devour the food and go for seconds. I seriously had to make myself resist thirds, suddenly recalling my diet.
I’m so troublesome. I always ask for Aunty C’s Indian style milk tea and in my favourite mug. Her tea’s the best too. Sorry for this very boastful post, but I am so proud of my aunt’s skills.
Cousin P made pretty apple cocktails.
And even though baby sisters, cousin D and cousin R were not around, we were talking about them, so it felt like they were there. We were listening to stories about them when they were little babies. I always wish I could go back to that time. They were all so darn cute and funny.