Cookies and May: My summer cuppa coffee.

With the dog days of summer upon us, the sweat machine that most of us become and waiting like the Bollywood movie Lagaan characters for Monsoon to begin. Here is Mumbai heat that makes you run to Goa, hunt for Ganne ka juice (Cane juice) on streets and looking for a Taxi or Auto rickshaw seems like one of the torture from hell. In between all these kind of days I realized, hey its MAY!

By now I am sure you must have figured out how much of a summer person I am (NOT). In between this scorching heat there is something that brings back the memories that melts my heart and it’s nothing but my memories of school summer holidays. It’s true memories can make you travel back in time. The most close to my heart are my summer holidays where I would spend days and nights listening to stories from my Aaji (Grandmother), playing with kitchen and clay toys and eat all the best possible dishes made by my granny ( now you know where those Rasgulla cheeks come from 

J ). Whereas, my sister and I would usually stock up all the Kulfis, Rasnas and jellies in the Refrigerator. Okay so I am talking about month of May and Cookies in my life. You may be wondering what cookies I am referring to so here I come with my third article.

 May month has these beautiful memories for me because of two people my Aaji (Grandmother) and my sister who I call cookies of my life. By cookies I mean people who have made our daily struggle of life beautiful, who encourage and inspire you no matter how tough the situation seems. They don’t appear as a strong force to change the world but their soft spoken tone with very powerful words and much stronger meaning always leaves an impact on me that makes me stronger and confident then I was before. My grandmother with thinking way ahead of her time made my faith in unconditional love, self-respect and the happiness of being an independent woman very solid. Even when she isn’t around me now I still feel her presence through these strong words and the love she gave.

 My sister who is my walking talking cookie by all means, we fight more and talk less, call names, fight over sharing things and all other typical sisters stories you have ever heard, But her constant different ways of caring bring backs the real me when I seem to get lost.  She plays multiple roles in my life…right from being a Brother to Mumma, Daddy, Friend, at times Doctor and then of course Sister. Her strong faith in my abilities more than I do makes her the cookie of my life. These two women who encourage and make me take all the struggles in my stride with a big smile on the face. I love them to stars and back <3. We all have such cookies in our life and most of you can already think of who it is….so let me know who is your cookie my dearies J till then keep calm and eat Aam (Mango) rest everything can wait as month of MAY, season of mangoes is here!


Happy Reading!

Cheers,

Amruta.