I was having a very lacklustre birthday this year. Something was missing throughout the day. Then Amma came, bearing a box of home-made, delicious gajar ka halwa. Her gift to me.
Memories of long ago flooded me, of long gone birthdays, hogging on gajar ka halwa, long talks with friends, a lightness, fun, happiness. Suddenly, my birthday began to feel complete. Amma’s little gift was what I had been missing. Or was it the remembrance of older, simpler times?
How did Amma know what I wanted? What I needed?
Will I know what my daughter needs and wants too, when it is time? I hope and pray I do.