What I ate at my mother’s house


Tickets were booked in October for our trip home (both our homes –┬áMumbai, his and Bangalore, mine). We were a tad more excited about the Bangalore leg of our trip because it meant meeting our almost 10 month old niece. The plane kissed the Bangalore runway on a late and chilly night of 23rd December. I remember telling mum we wouldn’t be there for dinner, but I was already looking forward to breakfast.

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