The earliest memories I have of my Aajji (grandmother) was when I was around four years old. Both of my parents were working and Aajji and my paternal aunt (Atya) were left with a stubborn brat – ME – to deal with for the whole day. My aunt tells me now that I was... Continue Reading →
She goes there to watch her father lovingly tend to his garden and then scold her like childhood when she plucks a red rose. She goes there to listen to her brother teasing her “Moti, kam khaya kar” but at the same time who takes her to her favorite paani puri stall on his Bajaj Splendor. Yes. There are lot of relatives visiting. But the time is spent chatting, gossiping and late night walks, not cooking cooking and more cooking.