i have an odd little memory that is connected to nothing. we're at the elk pointe house and nana ji and nano are sitting out on the little deck near the kitchen having their afternoon chai. i come out to sit with them. and my nana ji simply states "oi tumaray to paoun goray hain" [oh you've got white feet] i look at my bare feet and twiddle my toes. das it. that's the memory related to nothing