As expected, immediately after Diwali, Pune’s winter has set in in earnest and the minimum temperatures have been lower than normal so far. It was cold enough this morning for me to take out my sleeveless sweater to wear while sitting in the verandah. This sweater is a hand knitted made to measure one gifted to me by the mother of a very dear friend who is alas, no more.
I have written about Rajan here and here in my blog. Please read both the posts and go to the links given there, even if you had read them earlier. I did, this morning and decided then that I will write this post later in the day.
Rajan’s mother is a remarkable lady who had faced adversity with great fortitude and came out on top with grit and determination. My admiration for her is no less than what I had for Rajan.
Her gift of this sweater to me which came as a total surprise was such a perfect a fit that I had difficulty in believing that she had guessed my measurements and had not borrowed one of my other ones from my wardrobe without telling me. It has become my favourite sweater to wear as, it is a perfect fit and also very effective.
The onset of our winter acted this morning as a trigger to revive my memories of Rajan and his mother. It took me back to my early meetings with him, his generosity and affection for us and the many good times that we had had together.
Ps. My attempts at taking a selfie with the sweater on were flops hence the photograph of the sweater on the dining table!