Grandma's hunger is depended on what her grandchildren eat. If we are well fed, she is satiated.
On some days, the moment I enter the gate of our apartments the aroma of food wafts in. Especially if it is lunch time. I can easily spot the Aroma from our kitchen because, well, I have known it for 27 years! My, until-then-quiet-&-happy stomach would start grumbling and the tap of my salivary gland … Continue reading Potatoes, Pickles & Grandma-Fairy dust
"Whom do you like the most? Your father or your mother?" This was (and is I guess) a cliched question people asked children. When they used to ask me, I used to think just for a moment and say, "My Ammamma." That is what I call my Grandma. I had been thinking of starting … Continue reading Grandma Tales