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#173 #SS 18/2022

#kalamkari #silk #cottonsilk

D2 at the airport earlier this week.
Felt quite down.
Why are partings so tough?
Every time.
Takes getting used to, and I suspect I may never quite get there.
Which bard said it was “sweet sorrow”?
That night, when she’d called to let us know she was safely ensconced in her little studio apartment, I’d felt a little better.
We’d held a celebratory dinner for husband and D2 over the weekend. We’d got Lamprais catered with some vege triangle shaped stuffed rottis.
Lamprais or Lumprice, a derivative of the Dutch word lomprijst, is a Sri Lankan dish introduced by the country’s Dutch Burgher population. It may also have its roots in the Indonesian dish lemper. Lamprais consists of curries with samba rice cooked in coconut milk, wrapped in banana leaves and baked in an oven.
I’d also made cadju curry, the infamous Sri Lankan cashew nut curry with green peas. A Tiramisu birthday cake, some Malaysian kuih muih gifted by a dear niece, and Amul’s RajBhog icecream with fresh fruit were the icings on the cake, quite literally. There was the usual traditional fanfare of husband and D1/D2 smearing cake on their dad’s and D2’s faces, amidst a chase around the table and cheers.
D1 spent the actual birthday with D2 and us, we shopped for husband’s overdue gift and D2’s gift, had a light lunch and A joined us after his match for a delicious Italian meal and TopGun Maverick.
And then I’d fallen quite ill with headaches and a sore tummy. Did RATs, thank goodness they turned out negative.
Back to the general humdrum of life.
Sigh.. and the cycle continues..

Sharing a post I’d written about my darling D2. Waxing lyrical. But don’t we all? When it comes to our children, as my mum would quote a Tamizh proverb, “Kaakaa kunju Ponn Kunju” which translates to ‘Even a crow thinks it’s child is golden’.

“Happy birthday to my second born.
Reminiscing..
You whining about your name having all the letters of the alphabet.
Me retorting that it’d worked out well as I’d called subsets of your name in direct proportion to my displeasure at something you’d done.
Vindhya.
Vindhya Suresh.
Vindhyavasini.
Vindhyavasini Sureshchandra.
Vindhyavasini daughter of Sureshchandra Ramachandra!!!
Thank goodness we’re in a good place now, we’ve migrated to just Vindhya.
Your signature comeback “Stop it, I don’t like it” to being chided, still rings in my ears too. 😎😜.
Celebrating the day you came into my life, my sweet generous compassionate angel.
May you always remain the sweetheart that you are, may you always experience the beauty and goodness you reflect, may you receive in abundance the love that you give❤️💕Love hugs kisses blessings always, Amma and Appa”.

Draped a gorgeous light soft cotton silk Kalamkari with a Prussian blue body covered with mango and flower motifs, a border of dancers in a procession continuing onto an intricate pallu of Krishna, Radha, Gopis, on various musical instruments. Obtained from a friend’s local boutique.
Apt for an evening of class and retrospection..