The following account took place in early September. The place: New York, New York. The event: The wedding reception of a dear friend.
"Eat, my son. By the time you go back to Toronto, I want you to gain two pounds." This shocking start to conversation stemmed, unbelievably, from unconditional love.
After a grueling 12 hour drive from Toronto we tumbled out of the mini van in the driveway of Chitta's house in New York. The morning was fresh; the breeze gentle. The sun shone benevolently on my sparsely populated head and urged me inside.
"Eat, my son. By the time you go back to Toronto, I want you to gain two pounds." This shocking start to conversation stemmed, unbelievably, from unconditional love.
After a grueling 12 hour drive from Toronto we tumbled out of the mini van in the driveway of Chitta's house in New York. The morning was fresh; the breeze gentle. The sun shone benevolently on my sparsely populated head and urged me inside.
