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"Wait till you hear the oil bubbling gently, looking like the bells of your silver anklets!" advised my grandma, as she gently guided me when I fried my very first murukku, the crispy fried discs of crunchy goodness that were a staple of every Deepavali.We were in her kitchen, where she had been cooking up a storm, making varieties of goodies for the upcoming festival. A staunch proponent of 'why make 1 when 50 would do?' Gran would single-handedly fill myriad stainless steel containers as tall as a small child with a variety of sweet and sa...
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“Oh my god, look at this gorgeous bookstore! Isn't it the best thing you have ever seen?” squealed Riley, grabbing Anika's arm in glee. “Come on, Nikki, we HAVE to go in!” Not bothering to wait for her friend's response, Riley dragged Anika bodily into the store. Sighing so deeply it seemed to come from the depths of her soul, Anika followed her oldest friend into the depths of the ‘gorgeous’ store. To be honest, it WAS gorgeous - with light flooding through the glass in the giant bay windows on either side of the entrance, double-height ce...
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This is the story of M -, no I cannot say her name. Let's call her Agent M. Why 'Agent'? Because it adds a layer of intrigue to her story and scrapes off a wee bit of the sadness. Now, I met Agent M many, many moons back, when I was a young mum of two, living abroad. Coming from a culture that typifies the "it takes a village to raise a child" sentiment, having no one to fall back on was tough to take. So, when a friend recommended the services of Agent M, I hesitatingly said yes. On a blustery Friday, she arrived at my doorstep. A lad...
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