The Simple Delights of Life (Original Short Story)
She was all about the simple delights of life. A dollop of butter on a steaming hot masala dosa. A brook of melting ghee cascading down a hill of piping hot bisibelebath. Streaks of mango pickle adorning cool curds on a bed of hot rice. A half-submerged crouton floating in a pond of tomato soup. The crispy edges of a patiently cooked rava dosa. The embroidery of coconut flakes on an akki rotti fresh off the stove. A little child tugging at the hem of mother's dress as she cooks, eyeing each dough-coated vegetable as it dives into the sizzling oil. It was all about the simple things for her. Well, except for the fact that the little child was not her child. In fact, she had no idea who the child was. The little one had just appeared out of nowhere. One moment they were ringing her doorbell and the next, they were in the kitchen. She hadn't had the heart to say no when the child eyed the veritable feast she was cooking up for her lunch party. She gave them bits of all the food an...