I saw the same attendant at the gate too, and when she came up to me, I bashfully said something like--hi, look I'm not crying anymore. And she said "Ma'am, the next time I see you, you'll be strong and happy." I was so moved by her goodwill, I asked for her name.
It was Lakshmi. Mom's name.
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Pic: My mom's favorite sibling, her only brother, gave me this life-size blonde, blue-eyed doll who shut her eyes when you laid her down when I was a baby. I didn't play with her much, but "Sofia" became quite famous amongst my friends... for instance, the kid who's in the first photo with me wanted to take a photo with Sofia. My dad thought it would be hilarious to use my sister in the next picture as a switcheroo.
Another one from mom's archive.
4 comments:
Maya, it's nice to see your blog back. I will read the other entries later today, but I just wanted to say that right off the bat. What a nice story about the kind attendant. There's always kindness in the world, even in the worst of times.
Oh my. That is too, too heavy to be a coincidence. I don't care where in the world you were. The Universe does have ways to Let You Know. XXOO
Oh Maya, that woman was chosen to cross your path. She is with you, always. In your heart and at the airport.
I am reading backwards but I'm glad to see your blog (and you) have returned. I confess, I've been a bit concerned, knowing your closeness, how deep grief is. I"m glad you were able to go to Bangladore now. More reading to come here.
That doll is creepy (as are all dolls). I love that the person you spoke to shared your mother’s name. That is beautiful. Xoxo
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