Inside paati’s kitchen

A flavoursome aroma would always waft across the hallway from paati’s (grandma’s) kitchen, drawing me like a magnet to see what’s cooking. I would peer through the sheer curtains and look with curious eyes. She’d turn around with her radiant smile knowing I was up for some tasting. She’d let me scrape off milk toffee…

Gummi Bears

They were getting a tad impatient, waiting. Every few minutes the little girl couldn’t help but tug at her muma’s dress and ask when it would arrive.