The heated battle left them both breathless. Still, sparks flew from their eyes and hot words waited to be spat out. The intensity of the emotions had drained them of all energies. The ring of fire around them kept well wishers with soothing words at bay.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Tracing My Mother's Footsteps
My school bus would be climbing the flyover, 10 minutes away from home. But already my nostrils would be ready to grasp the aroma of what my mother was cooking."Is it ribbon pakoda today?"
"Is it Mysore Pak?"
"Mixture?"
The guessing game added to the excitement of reaching home.
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