Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.

22.2.05

A baby.

My niece had her baby - eight pounds - and made my sister a grandmother (how will she cope!) of a girl, a beautiful girl. My niece has called her baby Amali, a beautiful name.

Will Amali be like her mother (it's hard to describe my niece as 'her mother')? or her father? Or perhaps her grandmother, my sister - with her flashing eyes and dark hair; or her grandfather, my sister's first husband - with his classic anglo-indian features and serious expression? Who knows. Or cares.

A beautiful baby. That is all that matters.

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