Summer reminds me of long days and afternoon spent talking on skype back home. It reminds me of our each afternoon talking with ammi and papa. it reminds me of laughing and gossiping about our life and making plans about what to do on our next get together. This summer when everyone was planning and enjoying back home, I was finding excuses to only call ammi for few minutes and check how she’s doing. I was scared that I will blurt out where is papa if I had long chats with her. And again our emotional breakdown will begin. Each one of us is coping in his own way. Sometimes we cry, we laugh remembering him. Some days are too painful when a memory flashes through. Each day passes but the pain is as fresh as ever feeling of loss. An emptiness that has settled.
This time our BP challenge was given by Swathi our challenge was to make bagels.We are not so fond of breads (with an exception of all Indian breads). But when we bake one, we need our favorite dips, spreads or pickled veggies along it
