Forever Best Friends.
This is dedicated to the world's most doting and wonderful mother.
My Ma and I often take walks, and as we walk, she educates me on the flora around us. She names trees and flowers and shrubs and creepers; scientific latin uttered with every step.
I remember this, like it was yesterday.
I must have been five or six. We were walking around our coffee plantation in Coorg and she stopped by a flowering shrub. It had bright red flowers that looked like budding hibiscus'. Ma plucked one off of the shrub, removed its calyx (the little green cap that the flower wears at its base) and sucked at the back of the flower. I stared at her and soon followed suit. Oh my! That sense of wonder and surprise makes me smile even today! As I sucked at the back of the flower, I could taste honey! I spent the rest of the afternoon sucking all the honey from most of the flowers I could reach up to. And when they ran out of nectar, I tried eating the flowers (I do not do this on a regular basis, both Ma and Me are pro 'long live nature'). We then made garlands with the plucked flowers to adorn the various frames of Hindu Gods and Godesses in my grandmothers' puja room.
Thank you Ma, for everything.
You let me explore, make mistakes, dust it off and stand up again.
You stopped me from nothing.
I try, everyday, to be half as good a person as you are.
Here's wishing you the brightest, most enjoyable year ahead.
I love you.