“Have some more of this,” I urge with a loving smile as I scoop out a bit more of the vendakkai (lady’s finger aka bhindi or okra) curry from the casserole and serve my daughter. She sulks, pouts and gives me a basilisk-like stare but I remain unmoved. This wasn’t the first time we were at cross-purposes over matters relating to food. Read the rest of my article in the Open Page of the Hindu here.
top of page
Recent Posts
See AllCarnatic classical musicians have a rich and varied collection of compositions, going back hundreds of years. Throughout the 20th...
bottom of page
Comments