It felt different, there was a change.The salt seemed to be lesser than usual.I requested my mother for some salt and as I looked at her, I realised the other change.My mother wasn’t young anymore.The lack of salt was due to blood pressure.Her hands seemed frail.Her spectacles have grown larger.She had strands of grey hair.And I could see black and white.There are lesser Sunday afternoons left than spent.It’s a reality that we all need to come to terms with.I stood up, forcing her quite literally to sit with me and have her food.And looked at her, smiling while she enjoyed