Napowrimo #2: A Chicken Curry in Berlin

People learn from mothers, but I learnt the most from the best – my Massi. My mother grew haldi in her farm, but my massi detests it. She would not put haldi in her marinade if her life depended on it, but salt? Oh but salt is everything! My chicken, my chhole, my rice – …

Napowrimo #1: Older

I can’t imagine being older. It’s a drifting thought, because like most people bornin my time, I knowthe world will most likely endbefore I die.I maydie with it. It’s not because of lack of trying,I _can_ imaginebeing older –with a dog or hundreds,with some plants or a thousand,with pottery anda bakery,a farm. And queer friends …