Hours of peeling garlic, cutting vegetables, grinding masalas, slow cooking over the firewood, for the perfect vegetable rice, potato kurma, tamarind chutney.
Food thrice what we needed was cooked. As all the village kids came, drawn by the aroma. They were fed first. Other village people passing by were called and seated and fed. Then we all ate.
This is the cultured life.
In cities I see feasting in fancy hotels, while the poor look on.
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