Exactly one year ago, I lost a piece of my childhood with the demise of my Dadi, my grandma who played an important role in my upbringing. A year has passed since she left us but even now saying to myself in my head that she is not around anymore is difficult. Sadly, it is with her demise that I got my experience of grief and each time I think about her, I think about all the things I couldn’t do for her, couldn’t tell her. But she lived a life of no regrets, a life of celebration. And on the occasion of her first death anniversary, I wanted to do something special for her in the form of dedicating this mandala to her and this sense of celebration that she epitomized. In the background is a sari my Dada gifted her and that she loved. This shade of pink was among her favorite colors and I have used it in the mandala in her honor. The mandala is vibrant and bold and intricate - just like her. Above everything else, my Dadi celebrated herself, her character and her choices, and that’s how I’d like to remember her forever. Dadi, wherever you are, I know you are celebrating. I miss you.