Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Comfort food

Traveling on a train recently, I had the marvelous experience of refusing the food offered to passengers. When the attendant came around asking if I wanted a “vaj” or a “non-vaj” meal, I shook my head and said, “Thanks, I have my own food.”
There is something to be said about your mother packing her special fried chicken into neat little silver foil packages, divided into lunch and dinner, with all the accoutrements.

2 comments:

indianadoc said...

that's very true devika...ntg can meet our mother's food packed with all love and affection....

devikamenon said...

Hi indianadoc
thanks for visiting and for your comment!

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