Saturday, February 13, 2010

Back home

Every time I return from a trip abroad, I appreciate my mother's food more. The warmth and comfort that comes from watching soft-soft idli sucking in hot-hot sambar is nonpareil. As the idli melts in my mouth with the sambar, I feel happy; so peaceful and complete that it's almost orgasmic.


Thank you Amma, for the gift of good food, for so many years.

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