The day started as it has every other day in Hartford. It had been a great day in office. I returned back home and resumed my daily chores for the day. Suddenly I just couldn't handle it any more. I burst out crying. I ran to the bedroom, but it just intensified. I could not control my feelings. I was crying and the tear droplets were getting larger to an extent that it was threatening to deluge the house . I wanted to pour it out by the wash basin but the more i was within the confined walls, the more i yearned for open air to pour out the watery droplets of emotions. I ran out to the balcony and the feelings got even more stirred. In india i never felt like this. I was always protected. My Mom was there for me. The more i thought about it, the more watery my eyes became. My neighbours got frightened to a point that they were about to call 911, till i explained to them i was fine.
Why ? why god, do you bestow such cruelty upon me ? Why target me? I miss you mom !! I miss your Culinary skills !!
I greatly miss you, Cause you used to cut onions at Home while I have to do it here !!,
Any tips on how to properly cut onions without looking like a cry baby?? :)