Since as far as November 2008, I have been meaning and trying to pen a tribute to my pediatrician. I mean, my kids’ pediatrician, of course. A tribute for, well… obviously taking a great care of my children when I needed him periodically and pediatrically. I have been trying to find words and ways to say how thankful and grateful I am. But every time I read my own words and ways of saying them… I keep thinking of analogies to describe the tribute.
It’s like trying to make a good cup of cocoa but end up with that crunchy-nut-in-the-middle Perugina Baci or better yet, Godiva and Bernard Callebaut chocolates melted together. And it’s like trying to make a simple crepe but end up with a Belgian Waffle with strawberries and honey on top. Forget sugar! This is HONEY we’re talking about. And oh, that waffle has got to be eaten on a cool Sunday morning on that little balcony facing the Heaven’s Gates of La Rochelle. Has got to!
And it’s like stuffing a little box with a nice little Shikisyi Edo handkerchief but end up with the best Muga silk duvet wrapping around you… like your wedding saree.
Oh I so need a chocolate. I mean, coffee. Sorry!
(Tea? What tea?) Ahhh… my cup runneth over.
Questa è Enida 
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