mudhi

I don’t care what you call it. In different parts of the country, people call it by different names. The only name that’s correct is the one grandma used when she took the sputtering grains out of a sand filled earthen pot. That’s the origin story for me, it never came out of a packet. Ma would put the pot on fire with a little sand at the bottom and thrown in rice. We watched them puff and it was the best magic tricl for…Continue Reading “The thing about Mudhi”

  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •