A A S T H A
"Ammagaru.. idi saripotundi kada? (Ma'am, this is enough, right?)" asks a woman, may be a maid to Aunty by showing some homemade ginger garlic paste in spoon.
As usual house and kitchen is looking stunning, same as I remember before. Only difference is the smell, I remember it as alcohol and lot more drinks but it is now filled with mix of cinnamon, gravy, onions and chicken.
"Abba, Parvathi, enni sarulu cheppanu, antha ekkuva vaddu ani? (Oh gosh, Paravthi, how many times I told you not to use that much?)" Aunty snaps at her impatiently while stirring something on stove.
Is this the woman I see in the morning? Because she looks totally homely with normal cotton sarees my Mom wears when she is in home too. I exhale sadly remembering my Mom.
"Arey Aastha, Welcome, sweet
