going home

Picture above (L To R): My cousin, aunt, grandma, great-grandma. 4 generations that remind me that women in my family are just built to last.

going to grandma’s is always a happy experience, almost like a return to the womb. it is the single point that has always been like a home to me over my vagabond life. everyone one else has moved, but grandma and the house on No. 3, 8th street have stayed put for better or worse. of course, eating the best south indian food on the planet earth helps as well :)