“Hand me the box of nails” Appa instructed me while he held together the re-used pallet wood of the crates we were unboxing. I knew the nail box all my life. It was the dirty brown cylindrical box which has stayed with us for many years and beside it would be the hammer, its…
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Girija mami and Ghee rice
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”938″ img_size=”large” title=”Girrija mami and Ghee rice”][vc_column_text] “Priya take this pickle to Girija mami’s house on your way to the college. I will pack it tight. Keep it in your cycle front basket. It won’t spill” said mom from the kitchen. I was packing my bag with books for the day. Girija mami’s name…
Soap Stone Sambhar
The sound of seasoning as it splatters on hot food was always music to my ears. “Chissssssss” went the seasoning of mustard and hing on to something delicious definitely I thought, as I turned the pages of my textbook waiting for the call for lunch. The seasoning had settled on the food, and the aroma…
Jack and the Mango Stalk.
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] 169, Chandra Nagar. We reached our periappa’s place in the evening after a 7 hour non-stop drive. I opened the wide black gates to let our car in. The place was exactly as I last saw it 2 years ago. Savi was already at the grill door welcoming us with a big smile. Periamma…
Naturally Hema 