If you have been following the little I have been posting about my India trip, then you would know the last few months I have spent mostly traveling from one city to the other to attend one or the other of my friends’ weddings. My trip would not have been this stress free had it not been for my dad’s staff officers who made sure I had someone to pick me up and drop me off at the airport/railway station, who got up at 5 am to check whether I was up and ready to leave for the next destination, who made sure that I got a packed lunch or dinner for train journeys; in a nutshell, they are the ones who made sure everything else was arranged so I could enjoy with my friends or family. They went over and above their job and I know no matter how much I thank them it will not be enough.
I thought of sending them a small token of appreciation for the effort they put in and homemade cookies looked like the perfect thing to give.
Its the Air Force life that has taught me that family means more than blood relatives. So it did not come as a surprise when one of the officers to whom I gave these cookies said, that you don’t thank family. And seriously, that’s what these people are to me. Family.
