“She was beautiful,” he said while taking out some malai that just formed on the boiling milk. He massaged it casually across the palms while saying, “My mother’s hands were always shining, even though they were always exposed to the harsh kitchen heat.”
When I asked how, he replied: “Bangaru konda, This is what she did! She rubbed malai on her hands and washed it off with water! You should try it too. It’ll help!” while washing his hands.
My Grandpa loved his mom, he was fond of her, he had an emotion that I never understood when he spoke of her, but now, every time I talk about him, I have it too
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