My fountainhead...

My Great GrandMom was married at the tender age of 9 and was widowed at the age of 13 (that is how old families in India used to work) ....My Grand Mom was born to her ..a single child......family lore says she was never angry (my Grandpa was!) ....and she had a heart (which was damaged and hence had to be replaced with a false one) of Gold....i loved her and admired her soooooooooooooo much...,.

never in my life i have had puris the way she used to make them....the pooris and aloo ki sabji somehow were very heavenly...probably because the main ingredient she used in cooking was love :)...

i love her...and hope wherever she is ....she is wrapped in the warmth and love of God....

missing you...