The joy

…of… ice cream with fresh mango bits in itlate night chat with momthe sight of gulmohar and bougainvilleacotton kurtas, chappals and silver jewellerymakki ki roti and sarson ka saagthe nephew jumping up and downthe annoying reminder of walking carefully past kids with water gunsSeeta aur Geeta on the tellyunlimited access to paranthascold water showerssmell of … Continue reading The joy

This thing, cooking

I said to C, “I don’t have anything that gives me pleasure as football or cricket do to you”. He said, “well, you enjoy dancing at weddings”. My mother was clear that cooking need not be on my list of things to learn, even if I whiled away my late teens Orkut-ing. She did offer … Continue reading This thing, cooking