Bombshells

Mira says she doesnt want to return to Madras! She has adopted Beena aunty as her mom, I think. She is generally unavailable for a telephonic conversation as most of the time she is upstairs, at the tenant's house. It is a good thing they dont mind the near permanent intrusion. Mira makes fun of Ash when he sobs into the phone wanting to see us. The good food makes her vote in favour of the grandparents' house while the strict diet makes Ash want to leave it by any means.

 

The husband calls after having his packed lunch: Cant you put some salt in the rice? And hangs the phone on me. I think I should send a bottle of salt.

 

p.s. Actually, there is nothing much to say these days with the kids away. Cooking and housekeeping take up most of my time at home, and I dont get down to reading until past 11 pm. An hour and half with the dailies and magazines and sometimes the net means that I am always a late bird who walks into the kitchen like a zombie at 7.30 am or so but manage a decent breakfast and lunch in a couple of hours. It has been a time to experiment - pulav, curd rice, pongal - and relegate traditional, cumbersome Kerala dishes to the background.

 

p.p.s. the postscript is longer than the main post. :0