I make an effort to cook Punjabi and Malaysian food, because that is a way I feel connected to those cultures. And so it's a way that I want to let Leosantha [my son] feel connected to them too.
Growing up, when my dad was feeling homesick we would go out and get Malaysian food, or he would cook a meal at home. Food is a huge part of Malaysian culture with such a unique melting pot of flavors reflecting the multi-ethnicity of the country, so they take their food very seriously and rightly so, it's delicious! Whenever we visit Malaysia, most meals are eaten out. My Dad made sure our Malaysian roots were a big part of our identity growing up, despite not knowing many family members at all. I always felt very proud of our Malaysian culture and roots. My father instilled that pride in us through food.
We grew up mostly with my mom's family in London, who are Punjabi Sikh but their early childhood was spent in Kenya. We grew up going to the Gurdwara a lot, so I was definitely influenced by Sikhism and that community, as I was exposed to it a bit more regularly. I think I took some of these cultural traditions for granted growing up, because of that. Since having my son however, I've realized his only exposure to this is through me. I am his representation of all these cultures. So connecting him to these by celebrating Diwali, visiting the Gurdwara and eating langar or getting him used to the extensive flavors of Malaysian cuisine have become more important to me than ever before.
When my mum passed away. That really made me pause and reflect on life. It sounds crazy (and it is) but I had a dream that she passed away a few days before she did. I remember feeling like this dream was so real. So I told my mum, who just paused and said "I think I am having a rebirth".
It's something I reflect on often, as it reminds me how there is so much more to life than we even realize. The fact I dreamt of her passing before it happened has proved to be such a significant event in life, because it exposed me to a more spiritual path and reminded me that these material things, these toxic people and this ego we all have that I had surrounded myself with for so long, especially working in the fashion industry, weren't important at all.
When she did pass away, we did a lot of Sikh prayers in the house. I think when I was in this grief, this deep grief, Sikh Kirtan proved to be quite meditative to me. Listening to the tabla, harmonium and Gyani's voices were very healing to me during this time and now, make me feel closer to my mum. They evoke quite an emotional response from me these days.
My mum had so much warmth, love and empathy. She also had a sensitivity and emotional intelligence to help me and my brother navigate life. Sometimes when I talk to my son now, I hear my mum in my own voice which is both wild, but also reassuring. Like I must be channeling her somehow.