The rasam was passed down to me and I let some flow over my plate. Rich and aromatic, I could tell the cook had surpassed himself. White shards of coconut floated around the surface, adding their own to the flavor. Tiny seeds of mustard clung onto curry leaves like shipwrecked survivors clutching at a raft.
Read More Ramu & Shamu’s Excellent Food AdventureWith great care, she extricated the sari that was under her husband’s stomach. He liked to wrap himself in her fabric sometimes while sleeping. He was romantic that way.
Read More The Marital ClockNormally used to hearing the chomp-chomp of only the food in my mouth, I was surprised to hear, minutes later, an after-sound. Was it an echo from my mouth?
Read More Food for LoveHe looked like someone who could get an entire country drunk first and then bankrupt it, fleeing to another country at the end of it all.
Read More Ooh La La La Leee Oh…When in thought over an LHS=RHS sum, or when terribly angry at a student, she was known to caress the boil atop her head in slow strokes, striking terror in every student’s heart.
Read More Srikar’s WisdomThe joy drained off my face. She felt the change instantly and clutched at me again, in an attempt to mollify me. I tried to stay in the moment, in that dark room with the television’s shadows serenading us, afraid to let my thoughts wander.
Read More Our SongShe looked at me impassively. No unbuttoning of a blouse, no arrangement of breasts for my nutritional benefit.
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