“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind however small. And in return, life – and travel, leave marks on you. Most of the time, those marks – on your body or on your heart – are beautiful. Often, though they hurt.” Anthony Bourdain
These words resonate with my own life experience. These words and this recipe resonate with my memories of India.
In 2006 I flew 20 hours in one direction away from my homeland. I spent three weeks in the monsoon season of May in Calcutta assisting the nuns of Mother Teresa’s missionary caring for the sick and dying. Intense is an understatement to the poverty, the pollution, the heat, the suffering I witnessed there. Yet, strangely and utterly surprising, among the discomfort and pain I also found profound kindnesses and love unimaginable.
A paradox, an ambiguity.
Just like this grief journey.