Of kairis, family and mixed-up memories.
From the Blog randomlyabstract We were sitting on the terrace; it was a cool, sweet night. Now when I say terrace, picture a large one. But it's only on the right side that the *takhat* is placed, and several white chairs are set surrounding it, and there are a whole lot of plants lined at the other side by the wall. So we are all sitting together, talking, enjoying, and it's ultimate family time. There's dadi. There's taye abba. There's tayi ammi, my mom, my dad, my siblings and I (we've come to visit). And I'm probably just, I don't know how old, but a school-kid. Then they're talking about aams (mangoes) and we're probably eating them as well, when I remember this joke about kairis (unripe mangoes, them green ones) being hara-aams. And I tell them that. Dadi doesn't quite hear it, she was very old. Taye abpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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