This is what's keeping me busy....

Mom made the wreaths...

I made the candles, the cards and the stars....

Nameeta ate that....

That's Caramel Pudding (it came out surprisingly well), christmas nut cake and Mother Mary cake.

My School: Went to St. Joseph's Convent today... things haven't changed much there. Same old teachers who somehow seem to remember you after all these years... spent a lot of time taking pictures. This picture of the grotto up here was where the 12th standard girls had to light a candle on the last day before venturing into the world.... outside. I remember we were told to hold on to our courage, chastity, faith and to spread the light (of peace and love) wherever we go.... I remember how beautiful all the candles looked, burning together...

Back then I didn't really make much of the whole 'going out into the world' talk... I was just excited to leave and do somethin new...

Seeing this place again brought back flashes of memory, memory that gets etched into your being....

Comments

Zak said…

Have u read tantri the mantri stuff

1:50 PM

the inward odyssey said…

wow...very christmasy...and why does that caramel pudding look tasty...whoever nameeta was...she had fun with a whole chunk i guess....

10:23 AM

Anonymous said…

nameeta ate so much?? wow...she really has a good apetite ya....

11:35 AM

That Squirrel said…

Hey, make cake for me also when I come please??

5:43 PM

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