I went for a wedding in the family. The items were many. Too many. Clutter.
A meal in Eashwaramma's home of rice-ragi balls and a groundnut chutney fills the stomach and heart like no other meal I have ever had can.
Is it that the mind actually asks only for a simple, one item meal. Or is it that its made and served with that affection. Or is it the village air itself. Or is it the harmony of thought and deed that one has at such times.
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