I am
having lunch with close friends, talking about a past traumatic experience when
I get a text message from Gundamma (also known as G here).
Gundamma: "I got you
shrink and ..."
Me: "What? How did you know...."
Gundamma: "No! Stupid
auto correct. I got you shrikhand from the Indian store."
A therapeutic
experience came only a few seconds from talking about trauma. That mango
shrikhand was the last best thing I remember before leaving Seattle.
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