There are few things I love more than cake. My family didn’t have much money while living in India, but whenever I asked, “Whose happy birthday is it?” my uncle, Shyam, would say it was his, then splurge on a little slice of cake. Now I live in the United States, in Houston; there is a pandemic and most bakeries are closed. My uncle died alone in a hospital in Hyderabad; he was only 50. All I can do is sit alone in my room, crying, eating cake. I will always love him more than I love cake. — Kaarthika Thakker
Our Sweet Memory
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That’s a magnificent cake. Why not submit it to Great Blogger’s Bake Off?
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I agree that cake looks, Devine but it is not my creation as I am a horrible baker 😂
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Shame!
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no, it means I can support a bakery dream, and not have the clean up 🙂
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So sorry for your loss. Your uncle was no age at all.
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This was not my personal loss, but a story that I thought would hit home for many during this pandemic. Thank you for reading.
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Sorry to hear about Kaarthika’s experience.
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So, was I …
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