Amla Mater
In the stillness of autumn, I feel I can almost hear someone hum ''Lokame tharavadu (the world is my home)...''
In her tiny flat in East London, as Mili waits for her baby to arrive, little things remind her of her life in India—the scent of jasmine flowers, a heavy downpour, a late-night cup of coffee, an amla or gooseberry—and she is overcome with a deep desire to recreate the flavors of her chil...
In the stillness of autumn, I feel I can almost hear someone hum ''Lokame tharavadu (the world is my home)...''
In her tiny flat in East London, as Mili waits for her baby to arrive, little things remind her of her life in India—the scent of jasmine flowers, a heavy downpour, a late-night cup of coffee, an amla or gooseberry—and she is overcome with a deep desire to recreate the flavors of her chil...
