I try to keep her spirit with me by seeing the world, from Kerala to Singapore, as she did: full of wonder.
The aroma of fresh coriander from vibrant spice stalls spurred memories of her tangy coconut prawn curry. The musky fragrance of jasmine adorning colorful flower stalls reminded me of how she'd woven them into my braids.
The air around you changes when someone you love leaves this world. My grandmother's death was not a surprise, but the shock that I would no longer make new memories with her broke me.
Words confidently left her lips as she spoke with native speakers in their mother tongues. ... the sight and sounds of her code-switching with confidence to connect with others encouraged me to follow my own curiosities.
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