Day 13.
There comes a time, when insatiable indulgence gets the better of you. One of those is what I encountered yesterday, and oh the joy of gluttony that gave me the high.
Hot fresh imarti out of the oven, onto the tables and savored by starving-drooling-eyes. Imagine my surprise and satisfaction when the imarti traced my childhood back to me. It hadn't changed one bit. Even years later. From a place that started off from the dust had reached a milestone in life. And I couldn't be happier knowing there are still names-places-faces that retain and cherish authenticity till this date.
It's definitely something when the balmy imarti melted in my mouth while I sat like any other 3 year old on my chatai.
There comes a time, when insatiable indulgence gets the better of you. One of those is what I encountered yesterday, and oh the joy of gluttony that gave me the high.
Hot fresh imarti out of the oven, onto the tables and savored by starving-drooling-eyes. Imagine my surprise and satisfaction when the imarti traced my childhood back to me. It hadn't changed one bit. Even years later. From a place that started off from the dust had reached a milestone in life. And I couldn't be happier knowing there are still names-places-faces that retain and cherish authenticity till this date.
It's definitely something when the balmy imarti melted in my mouth while I sat like any other 3 year old on my chatai.
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| educing milestones. |
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