.. because that is about all that I did not manage to get hold of, in our holiday to India.
When daughter was little, husband used to inhale her baby fragrance and wish that we could capture it for eternity. That is the one thing I wish too, now, back after my 8 week-long holiday.
The aroma of mom’s cooking,
the fragrance of flowers lingering on after collecting flowers for the pookalam,
the fragrance of properly fermented dosas,
of ripe, juicy jackfruits,
the smell of wood fired ovens – I can’t get enough of it..
I guess, I don’t need to say that I am terribly, terribly homesick. If there is anything bad about a holiday at home, it is the returning. How I wish I could just bypass it entirely. This holiday was a mixture of everything, a roller coaster of emotions, combined with the excitement of my and Poohi’s very first Onam in Kerala, being around to celebrate my great-aunt’s 90th birthday, meeting relatives, rejoicing in the way Poohi enjoyed with all her cousins and basking in the love one receives from everyone… Even if I did not manage to capture smells, I did manage to capture the sights, and we were so very lucky to get to meet Deeps and Namnam 🙂
I do owe apologies to everyone who I did not manage to call while in India. I will call you all over the next few days.