Hour 7
Extra Terrestrial life is irrelevant
Water on Moon, insignificant
Time travel is immaterial
The biggest mystery of my life is how to make ‘Sambar’ like Mom
No matter how hard I tried
No matter how I copy the ingredients
No matter how I perfect the timings
Just can’t make ‘Sambar’ like her
I think my own Mom is bluffing me
Not telling me the exact measures
Or maybe the exact ingredients
Perhaps she has altogether skipped some spices
Enough is enough It’s time to confront her
Get that recipe out of her
“Mom, just give it already” I said
“It’s the only thing that you connect with me” she said
Rashmi S Kurup
Love this! Such a great opening, and then it builds in such a lovely way!
Hey Rashmi, I loved this. So so very relatable.