Pleasure No Extra

Jay portrait

My darling son Jay handed away in an accident on June 20.

So lots of you got here to know Jay by way of this weblog after we adopted him from an orphanage in Mumbai, India, in 2014. He introduced a lot love and laughter into our lives: laughter that has now fallen nonetheless as my husband Desi and I attempt to wrap our heads round this tragedy.

Jay was six and a half years previous once we introduced him residence, a precocious little boy brimming with mischief, angle and avenue smarts he had picked up throughout his hardscrabble youth on the streets of Mumbai. He was additionally extraordinarily brilliant: astute and resourceful, fearless and delicate, and by no means afraid to voice his opinion.

Early on we acknowledged he was gifted with a uncommon creative genius: a expertise that later acquired him into the county’s coveted and extremely aggressive visible arts magnet program the place he blossomed additional, creating artwork that boggled not simply us, his proud dad and mom, but additionally his artwork lecturers who predicted an amazing future for him.

Horse drawing with pen, by Jay Thirunarayanapuram.
Jay made this sketch of a horse in his first 12 months of highschool.

I referred to as him “Pleasure” as a result of that is what he was to me. He swam fearlessly, raced his bike just like the satan, beloved the films, inhaled trivia, and had a classy and eclectic style in music, from Vivaldi’s compositions to Japanese anime soundtracks to Billy Joel to Eminem and even Kanye West (“He is not all that unhealthy, mother!”).

After complaining incessantly about my love for previous Hindi songs I as soon as caught him blaring “Mere sapnon ki rani,” an Indian film hit from the Seventies, in his room. Embarrassed, he faked a nonchalant shrug and countered, “Did I say I hated it?”

Jay made pals effortlessly and will speak to adults simply as simply as he may to friends. He was unstoppably adventurous at coronary heart and afraid of nothing and nobody: a trait that always landed him in hassle together with his lecturers who would write to me, upset, about one thing he had stated or achieved in school. Nonetheless, they beloved him for his effervescent attraction and he usually bragged, maybe not untruthfully, that he was each trainer’s favourite scholar.


He was additionally probably the most trustworthy critic of my cooking. If Jay did not suppose one thing was as much as his style, he would flip his nostril up at it. It made me madder at occasions than I care to confess, however I additionally acquired the message. Alternatively he was additionally fast to brag about his mother’s meals weblog to only about anybody who would pay attention.

Proper now I’m crammed with grief and anger. There may be nothing proper a couple of world the place one thing like this will occur. There’s nothing proper about my kid’s life stopping whereas mine continues. I’ll by no means see my stunning boy develop into the superb younger man he was meant to be. My coronary heart won’t ever be entire once more.

Family and friends ask us to take consolation from the truth that Jay lived a full life for the previous eight and a half years, with alternatives he by no means may need had. However there isn’t any consolation available proper now. Nonetheless, I’m so grateful each day for my neighborhood, which has risen to assist us. Every single day lecturers, pals, neighbors from a number of streets away we might by no means even met earlier than stroll as much as us with tales about assembly Jay and being charmed by him. They inform us how he made them chuckle.

I have never achieved a lot cooking since that horrible day, however I’m slowly getting again to it. I do know Jay would need me to go on sharing my recipes with you, similar to he beloved sharing the cookies and cupcakes I made together with his pals and lecturers. I’ll get again to it quickly sufficient, however for now I wished to let you already know why I have been lacking these previous few days and why I have never responded to your questions and messages. I hope you’ll bear with me whereas Desi and I pull by way of this most tough time in our lives.

Jay Thirunarayanapuram sketch of friend reading.
Jay was in center faculty when he made this sketch of his buddy as she was studying.

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