The children who brightened up my decades.
Whatever I would make for them - some sooji, or a simple cake cooked over sand on firewood would be welcomed with a a heartfelt 'Entha baagundhi madam.' ('How good it is madam). If it was slightly burnt it didnt matter.
It did not make me a great cook, because for that one needs a critical sudience. But it made me a happy mother to many children.
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