The first snow flurries of the season are drifting down from the skies as I write this on this Friday morning, thinking of the month gone by and what unexpected blessings it brought my way.
November has been a month of celebrations. First came Diwali. There were days of lighting diyas and sparklers, feasting on mouthwatering barfis and gulab jamuns, dressing up in sarees and kurta-pyjamas, and regaling little D with tales of our childhood Diwalis.
Shortly after that came my birthday. For three days, every meal included a portion of Black Forest cake and a serving of Lay's Classic Potato Chips, a combination of sweet and salty that sounds utterly incongruous but turned out to be everyone's favourite at home.
Now it's Thanksgiving Weekend in the US, and even though Canadian Thanksgiving came and went in early October, it's fun to join in the celebrations all over again. Any excuse to count our blessings is a good one.
And the first thing that came to mind was the numerous responses I received to my newsletter last month.
Many of you wrote to me after reading about my aunt and one of my last memories of her, a painful one marked by my own fears and parsimony.
I am very grateful for every one of your messages, and I am overjoyed that you took the time to read, reflect and respond. Thank you for giving me your precious time and attention. I'm sharing below a couple of the beautiful messages I received.