On the parchment

Yeah, you read it right. Not cuddling; curdling. If that's even a word for what I am about to write. Ladies, back me up here. What is the one biggest, unaccountable responsibility as a married woman that goes unnoticed all the time? It’s not the back breaking duty of doing the dishes when it mounts to the height of Mt. Everest. It’s not cooking sambar with all those sambar powder and daal and tamarind and whatever it is that people make sambar with. It is not even the taxing job of making your own sambar powder, standing in the kitchen for over half a day and then begging the guy at the “maavu machine” shop to grind it to the exact consistency of sambar powder, which he will eventually flop which is still okay because we need that guy in our life to blame every time something goes wrong in our kitchen. No it’s none of these. It’s the act of making curd. Again, you read it right. When I was ready to get married I thought to myself, “Cooking? Yay or Nay? Let’s go with N

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