Am not sure if this is where I come back to being a regular blogger , but I felt like a post today , so here I am. Thank you Nee , Chev , Theeraj , K , Freda and Ishu for checking on me , the messages and the concern . I hope to catch up soon.
I baked a special cake for a very special aunt , my godma . The wittiest of them all , a smile that soothes , the life of parties , the favourite in the family and above all a fighter !
Four months after a fairy tale wedding , the handsome sailor left never to return . Godma waited and so did the rest of us , hoping and praying he’d come back . He never did . He did leave us with something to look forward to… a baby was to be born in a few months. I saw Godma weeping, breaking , praying and then picking up the pieces . It has been 21 years since my cousin was born , since the sailor chose to never look back and all these years she’s still spreading joy , love and touching lives with her generosity .She’s my friend , understands my madness , stays up with me all night when we have sleep overs and has heard me out right from those silly crushes in school to the more intense relationships and feelings that have left me distraught.
My biggest grouse of having the silliest pet name ‘Pinky’ ( ouch ouch ouch) has a lot to do with her and I don’t know why she insists that I should tie my hair neatly but I love her so much !
‘Back to school’ was the theme of her party and I wanted to make it special for her . I received a sweet message from her late last night and it made me happy that she loved it all.
As I was making the crayons for the cake , I did have a white one ready too. Didn’t put it on the cake though . An epiphany of sorts …felt like that was me ….a white crayon…desperately trying to fit into someone’s life , only to be as irrelevant as a white crayon….whose presence or absence doesn’t make much of a difference .
Like dad awlays says ‘ Like godma , like godchild ‘ . She held it together and so will I .
Until the next time ..bake , love and heal 🙂