Once upon a time, she knew exactly where he was if given a day and time. Mondays at 4pm - remedial classes. Thursdays at 7:30pm - adipradakshinam around the shrine of his namesake Subramanian. Sundays at 11:00am - he would be hand fed Molagu Kozhambu by his mother, struggling to keep his eyes open after a soporific oil bath. And every day at 9:00pm he would wait for her near the tank on the terrace. ‘What are you doing now?’ she wondered sighing as she called out her son’s name. A roundel of molagu kozhambu clutched in her lined palm.
(Today's 100)
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Molagu kozhambu. *Drools*
'roundel'. a new word for me. aptly describes the perfect sphere of paruppu saadham ammas make without any calipers to help.
thanks.
I haven't had molagu kozhambu in a long time..though today I just had vetta kozhambu (which was delicious, especially combined with theyur saddham).
manoloooooooooooooooooos.....
vandhen da paalkaran....lolz
man ur consistently gud...how come?
plz gimme d magic sambrani 2 me 2...
bless me yakka....
Very touching!....or have i missed something?.......e1 else seems to have noticed the dish... ;)
Very well written ... on a lighter note, remember that Pankaj Udhas song "Chithi aahyi hai, aahyi hai, Chithi aahyi hai...." Maybe that could come in handy to get in touch. LOL.
Its just one of those listless days for mindless writing.
Nonetheless, you write very well.
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