Monday, December 22, 2008
The word is 'bond'
I walked into a close friend’s family home the other day, to find the kitchen and part of the dining room under siege. Warm and sweet-smelling, the vapours of steaming rice filled my senses, as I stood in the familiar aroma of my favourite South Indian dish. For a quick moment, I tranced back to my first purely Indian meal (it is nothing like what we’ve scoffed in so-called Indian restaurants all over London) on Indian soil by a most welcoming and warm old Indian couple, just about a year ago....
Sign in to see full entry.
