A Friend
My acquaintances know her by the epithet “Thursday Friend”. Our sons shared classes in primary school from which stemmed our nascent delicate relationship. Years passed, a decade passed - our sons parted pursuing their distinct interests, yet we, matured moms, clutched onto our friendship. Nurtured with trust and love, it’s now a beautiful divine gift, way beyond being just friends! Reason? Hardly any except her humble nature. A gifted son, a C-suite executive spouse in a multinational conglomerate, her dad’s business legacy that transcend boundaries of home country - nothing ever seems to touch her, she is always rooted firmly to the ground - as worried as I am for my son, as sweet and tangy about spouse as me, as caring of her parents if not more. Her finesse, passion, and perfection in cooking, draping, crochet 🧶 is ineffable - I wouldn’t try penning it for it wouldn’t do justice! A fiery feisty independent woman who drove around Indian metro cities - a feat in itself - ...
