Stumbling on the 2 pictures sent a loving message to me, that which passes from grandparents to a child, a pure and pristine affection, that which gives us the essence of our roots. The first photo : me with didu, my favourite person with her unique fragrance, touch and blessing . Who lovingly called me Chandana, the singing bird. The lower picture is my Mom with my son, her gandchild Ayan, passing the fragrance, love, touch and blessing once again after 32 years. Something stays the same for generations, immortalised feelings and timeless love.
