About 5 months and a little more since I lost my best friend, my confidante, my life partner. And since then, I have tried to find solace in different things. Gardening and making the space all that we spoke of. Together.
Making cheeses in flavours that I think will work. Making plum confit with the abundance from our garden.
Tonmoy would always talk about my understanding of flavours and how I would love experimenting with different ingredients and creating something completely new.
Trying to do things that we loved doing together. But doing them alone.
Resuming cooking and enjoying the flavours as I keep experimenting with different ingredients in my food. And somewhere feeling...that am I moving on? Am I not keeping his memory alive in me?
And then, another voice makes me go and look and his photograph and have this conversation. Ask him if he feels this way?
No clear answers as I stumble along. Finding and charting my way through this unfamiliar terrain called life.
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