The best thing that came from India – apart from amma herself – is this.
A book with notes and wishes from everyone in the family from my grandfather to the cousin and everyone in between. All put together by the sister of course. I cried reading achan’s and her notes. And then I read them out to Vin (whose command over written malayalam doesn’t extend to the handwritten word) and cried again.
She also put in one of my favorite pics of us, this when she was all of 28 days old. (Looks like I’d warmed to the idea of a younger sibling by then).
The aliyan’s impression of a cow. Obviously drawing isn’t one of his strong points.