24th March 2026
Dear precious angel,
The tiniest of the things we take for granted can disappear from our lives without warning—before we know it, they are gone, never to return as they once were. Among those small things, a call from our grandmother and grandfather (in my case) inviting us for lunch or dinner is one of them. We don’t realize that this simple call from our loving guardians, which we often ignore, is so fragile and precious. Once it leaves our daily routine, we are going to regret having ignored it in our golden days.
Both my nana and nani, whom I consider to be my only papa mummy, would frequently call me to have my meals on time. They would worry if I was late to eat. I would often be caught up in unnecessary things, avoiding their calls, and sometimes I would even scold them, asking them to stop calling me so often just for a meal. I never imagined that one day I would long for those frequent calls and miss the sound of my grandpa calling me to eat.
I am still fortunate that my nani (my mother figure) is still with me to worry about my meals, and she often persuades me to eat on time. But since 2022, the year she started having dementia—a memory loss condition—she no longer cooks. That’s totally fine, as she deserves to rest from cooking at least. I am always amazed by her patience and energy, even at this age, watching her knit wool all day long, sitting on the same sofa.
I consider people so lucky who are called by their parents for lunch and dinner. I remember sharing this longing with Bhavya Singh, brand ambassador of my Lavika Capital, and telling her how lucky she was that her mother called her for meals. She used to console me, saying she would always be there to ask about my meals. Now I am smiling miserably at this moment, with teary eyes. 😊
Your gem, Vivek Prasad
