Flour, Sugar, Butter, Bake

Thu, 05 Oct 2023 06:01:41 +0000

Naani, biscuits banwane chalooooo! is how our visits to nanihal would begin. We would jump on the road, ear-to-ear smiles on our faces, somehow trying to convince naani to take us to the communal bakery without us having to enter the house. We knew that once everyone stepped inside, you can forget about the biscuits for the next two millennia, or hours, depending on how your level of craving worked. Inevitably, we had to concede every single time because the adults wanted to sit in a room, have tea, exchange pleasantries, and whatnot. We would run around the house, play cricket on the biscuit-shape-and-size terrace using a washing paddle and the cheapest lime green plastic ball. On occasion, we even scared off the monkeys by shouting louder than them.