Going Back to Amma’s House
Posted: 29 Jan 2020, 21:45
V3
Going Back to Amma’s House
A reversal of roles, I make coffee for Dad
waiting at the dining table. He sips and says
not quite like Somu’s; steam rises, though
not quite as it did a few days ago.
I ask Somu , ‘’how do you manage?
I too double boil the decoction, just like you.’’
The trick is to add a little water to the milk
latent heat of water being higher than that of milk.
I smiled at Grandappa sharing half her dosai
grandappa eating half after half, but only half
lest the remaining half turn cold for Grandamma. She
drinks her coffee holding the cup with the tip of her sari.
I notice these traits in my niece, drinking only
half her bottle of milk, the tepid in her words,
‘has gone bad.’ I tease Somu, you will have to
find her a groom, just like Grandappa.
Grandappa --Grandfather
Grandamma-Grandmother
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A reversal of roles, I make coffee for Dad
waiting at the dining table.
He sips and says, not quite like Somu’s.
steam rises as it did years ago.
I ask Somu, how do you manage
I double boil the decoction, before pouring in the milk.
The trick is to add a little water to the milk before warming it
‘the latent heat of water is more than that of milk.’
Grandamma ate half a dosai and her husband the other
she drank her brew holding the cup with the loose end of her sari.
Dad’s double fry was from the pan onto the plate
And now my baby niece drinks half a bottle of milk
‘the tepid,’ she says, ‘has gone bad.’
Going Back to Amma’s House
A reversal of roles, I make coffee for Dad
waiting at the dining table. He sips and says
not quite like Somu’s; steam rises, though
not quite as it did a few days ago.
I ask Somu , ‘’how do you manage?
I too double boil the decoction, just like you.’’
The trick is to add a little water to the milk
latent heat of water being higher than that of milk.
I smiled at Grandappa sharing half her dosai
grandappa eating half after half, but only half
lest the remaining half turn cold for Grandamma. She
drinks her coffee holding the cup with the tip of her sari.
I notice these traits in my niece, drinking only
half her bottle of milk, the tepid in her words,
‘has gone bad.’ I tease Somu, you will have to
find her a groom, just like Grandappa.
Grandappa --Grandfather
Grandamma-Grandmother
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A reversal of roles, I make coffee for Dad
waiting at the dining table.
He sips and says, not quite like Somu’s.
steam rises as it did years ago.
I ask Somu, how do you manage
I double boil the decoction, before pouring in the milk.
The trick is to add a little water to the milk before warming it
‘the latent heat of water is more than that of milk.’
Grandamma ate half a dosai and her husband the other
she drank her brew holding the cup with the loose end of her sari.
Dad’s double fry was from the pan onto the plate
And now my baby niece drinks half a bottle of milk
‘the tepid,’ she says, ‘has gone bad.’