They invite you to lunch, with much love. They lay out the fresh green plantain leaves. They sprinkle water on them, and the plaintain leaves gleam in the sunlight. They serve the food, starting with the papads and the pickles. They serve you a galaxy of steaming hot native delicacies you thought you'd never see after 1992. Everything indeed tastes wonderful. The rice, however, is a little undercooked.
Heaven, sometimes, is one cooker-whistle away. Until then, discontent will haunt you.
Don't get us wrong - Seetamma Vakitlo Sirimalle Chettu is a sweet, charming fi....