My grandmother has been gone for 8 years now - I miss her so much at times. We were like the best of friends - the years between us used to melt away as we would sit and talk about our common points of interests. Both of us shared the joy of growing our own vegetables. I remember the look of absolute pride on her face as she would announce the first zucchini that she had spotted. Yesterday, I saw this little swollen bud on my indoor lemon plant that potentially could be the first lemon ever that I might harvest - the first thought that came to my mind was - Amma would be so happy to see this. She used to sit amongst her vegetable plants and there was almost some unknown bond between them. My grandfather used to joke how she would know if you so much as broke a leaf off of one of her tomato plants. If I would ask him where Amma was, he would say "must be outside counting the leaves of her plants". I remember how one time we wanted to remove this plum tree so that we could exte...
It is never too late to be what you might have been.