Sharing Pappa’s (my father’s) favorite- Russian Salad.
I write this post with such a heavy heart. Even as I write, I am in disbelief that we lost Pappa, my dearest father, last week. As I grapple with my emotions, I know that my brother and I will always miss him. I remember my kind, loving, extremely witty, sports loving father, who was truly a gifted athlete himself. In his college days, he was the captain for Bombay University’s cricket team three years in a row! When I was growing up, I remember his many badminton tournament victories. In his later years, he went for his early morning walks, loved playing tennis, and going swimming. No matter which sport he picked, he was a natural at it!
I think that it was during his cricket days that…
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