The heady scent of ground cinnamon, cardamom, cloves. Tej patta, coriander, pepper, and then some spices I don’t quite know the names of, but the notes fit in some place in the memory lingers, though I cut it fine this morning.
Sunday evening, at the wedding function. The father died a few months back, a heart attack, a shock for all. The mother shook off her grief, insisted life go on, and then his best friends took over, taking the function to a state of flawless execution. A crisp salute.
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and that makes me wonder about friends on social networks :)
Yes, one has to step in.
Isn't it astounding that and how we remember scents and what memories they cause?
manu- there is a grade of a difference, no? and a world of a difference.
mago- took me a while to grind the spices, but what a heavenly start to the day!
oh!
My mother lost her mom and her brother 2 months back.
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My mother lost her mom and her brother 2 months back.
a good salute and honorable!
memories are a beautiful thing!
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this post might feel long ago to you right now. but i hadn't read it yet, so here i am. love hearing about your spices:) makes me want to cook- and you know, i don't do that a whole lot. the wedding sounds so very bittersweet. i suppose that's what you have to do.
Portia- yes, you gotta do what you gotta.. the lady would have worn white for a year, left her hair open and unoiled...and it was so right to see her attending to the guests, so dignified...
crusty- :)
arunima- sorry to hear about your family's grief. Is this why you wouldn't be allowed to visit your mom?
mago- yes. there is something so soothing about cooking, though.
manu- over time, people either become real time friends as well, or they filter past..no?
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