Yesterday's gathering for Naveen Ansal 33 years of sobrity
"There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself."
Virginia Woolf
When Jayati visited yesterday and brought me Russian chocolates, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Suddenly, I was a child again, standing in our warm, cozy home in Chandigarh, where my mom ran her beloved bed and breakfast. I remember the special connection she had with our Russian guests, especially Mr. Clement. Every time he visited Russia, he would return with chocolates for her, and she would tuck them away so carefully, saving them just for me.
Those chocolates weren’t just sweets; they were symbols of my mom’s immense love, her way of showing how much I meant to her. In that moment, I was reminded of how she was my entire world—her warmth, her care, her love wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. Yesterday, with Jayati’s thoughtful gift, I was taken back to those precious memories, where my mother’s love filled every corner of my life.
Introduced Kevi to Mr Roy of River Beki since he also deals in tea
By his grace things work out between the two
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