I met my Bua today.
She lives in Ahmedabad and Mumbai, while I live in Delhi. She and two distant aunts had come to Delhi for a trip of 4-5 days, just to catch up with old relatives. (Talk travel goals and making them happen!!)
After a lot of back and forth of aligning our schedules, I went from Noida to meet all three of them at Bua’s friend’s place in Faridabad. From the fourth floor, the friend’s husband guided me to the place to park the car. By the time I reached the 4th floor, the same Uncle opened the gate and guided me to the room all the aunts were sitting and chatting.
By the time I reach that room (it was a bunglow-ish), Bua had already come out of that room to hug me 🙂
Meanwhile, the other aunts were seated in that bedroom (which is also fine) :))
The point I am trying to make is – that our blood relatives are connected to us in beautiful ways. Bua and I have not been best friends, maybe because she is not my Mom’s best friend. But we have been cordial over the years.
In the first year of my college, when I used to live at a hostel in Ahmedabad, she would often come travelling long, rustic distances to give me home-cooked food. Other times, when I went there, she would buy okra (bhindi) 3-4 days in advance for me to come over the weekend and have it.
Today as well, ever since Bua texted me 3-4 days ago that she was in Delhi, I really wanted to meet her. I often don’t meet her when she is Kota (our home town), but this time, I wanted to go.
Maybe, families away from their nests is a beautiful thing 🙂
In the picture: Bua is in the floral white kurta on my right. We are not sticking together, but we definitely enjoyed our time together :))