The first cup of coffee

We lost my beloved Ajji this weekend.

And after 60 years, my grandpa had his first cup of coffee by himself.

Decades of busy mornings, relaxed mornings, ecstatic mornings. But now, a quiet morning.

It fills me with so much emotion:. A shared life and love over a generation. And now, a somber new beginning.

Ajji: you brought so much light to my grandpa. And to me. I’m sorry the last few years were so hard. I will miss walking with you, giggling with you, praying with you, and being with you.

I hope your first cup is heavenly too.