I’ve avoided going to our local hotel for a parcel (take out).
During Manjula’s last few months when unable to cook, her friend Sudha would bring a home cooked meal for her each day. I’d get a parcel from Dose Corner. So it’s a firm memory.
Well it’s been seven weeks now so I forced myself go fetch a meal and help move on.
Its a great meal and costs just 110 rs
It’s maybe not surprising but even something as simple as getting the meal is very emotional with tears welling up.
I’m slowly shifting towards happier memories. Last night I put together first stages of the photo book. I’ve been avoiding it.
It was really therapeutic. Not straightforward but really nice to do.
Moving on… with Manjula with me.