Daily Noise

Today while I serve dinner, I suddenly put my spoon down and say: I miss my Ammi. Minal, hiked up on her stool, chirps: I miss my Nana. What do you miss about your Nana. There's a pause. I miss seeing him in the morning and how he asked me for a hug every morning. Another pause. I also miss how he always used to try to make me try his naashta.