Page 105 - Govind 70th Birthday Book

Dearest Mausa.
Lavender.
When I think of you, there's no other word that comes to mind, more than 'comfort.'
May it be the balm of your physical presence, the assurity of your advice, the tenderness in your approach, or the roasted shakkarkandhi from your farms.
Your mischievous all-knowing smirk is elevated by your ability to put my parents in their place, your aptitude to read a map correctly, and of course, your affinity for a three-piece suit.
Thank you for always, always knowing when to spoil me and when to be firm.
I really wanted to make this book with American English, but my better, "Oxford"
sensibilities took over.
arihsI