“At 22, I left India for the U.S. At that age, you don’t realize that aunts will die and you won’t have the chance to ask for something they wore or loved.”
This is lovely. I often think of this quotation from the poet Stevie Smith: "People think because I never married, I know nothing about the emotions. When I am dead you must put them right. I loved my aunt."
That optical case is enthralling, as is Anch. What a beautiful and tender portrait. I love that she was a professor of philosophy, yet still laughed all the time. And that she “had a clairvoyance she did not discuss.” Magic, indeed! Thank you for sharing.
What a beautiful story. I see Anch so clearly in her starched cotton sari, broad smile and eyes lit up with laughter. Thank you for introducing her to me.
Aww, the love of an aunt .. what a sweet tribute. As the aunt to eight, I only can hope that I will inspire this kind of love.... thank you for writing and sharing.
Anch's magic comes through in this photo, I can't help but smile myself as I look at it. As someone who left a continent early in life, I understand this piece, but also grateful I was able to get back in time to say goodbyes. Lovely.
This is lovely. I often think of this quotation from the poet Stevie Smith: "People think because I never married, I know nothing about the emotions. When I am dead you must put them right. I loved my aunt."
Oh, how I love that! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Oh wow, that's just... right. Thank you for sharing it!
Beautiful descriptions of simple things. Thank you!
Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
Oh my goodness!
This is wonderful Bix. So much love and delight in a few words. I can see you and Anch talking and laughing, reveling in each other’s company. ♥️♥️
Ah! Thank you so much for reading, Sally, and for these words. xox
That optical case is enthralling, as is Anch. What a beautiful and tender portrait. I love that she was a professor of philosophy, yet still laughed all the time. And that she “had a clairvoyance she did not discuss.” Magic, indeed! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for reading, and for this lovely comment.
What a beautiful story. I see Anch so clearly in her starched cotton sari, broad smile and eyes lit up with laughter. Thank you for introducing her to me.
Thank you so much for "meeting" Anch, and seeing her so clearly!
Aww, the love of an aunt .. what a sweet tribute. As the aunt to eight, I only can hope that I will inspire this kind of love.... thank you for writing and sharing.
Thanks, Aunt Polly! I feel the same way about being an aunt (to 7)!
Anch's magic comes through in this photo, I can't help but smile myself as I look at it. As someone who left a continent early in life, I understand this piece, but also grateful I was able to get back in time to say goodbyes. Lovely.
Thank you, Nina, and I'm glad for you, that you were able to get back and say goodbyes!