October 9, 2015.
India is in protest. Rama is also in protest. After a tiring, sticky, October walk, one slid into me sofa (Rama has her own) and placed a request for a glass of water. 'I have also come in from a walk. Why cant you get it from the frig,' she said tersely like some Saskhi Maharaj. Offering a clutch of curry laves freely given by Niranjan in Yogi Nagar, she took her sofa and that was that. Ice remained ice.
Me read out the Breaking Silence of Prime Minister Narendra Modi at Nawada, Bihar to win Muslim votes, in The Indian Express, Journalism of Courage. Tried out Marvin by Tom Armstrong. Ice did not liqueify. 'I am 60. When will I retire; get PF and gratuity," Rama said offering after much thought a sugarless, second coffee with Marie Dog Biscuit. Some facts: She has been cooking for me since 1976. Hard times. Never set aside PF and gratuity for her. Have transferred bank accounts to her name and the ATM cards. Now me depends on a daily dole of Rs.10; have asked for an increment of one rupee as a Gold Flake large costs Rs.11. But that, me concedes is not enough. If me can sit around doing nothing at 70, she deserves the same at 60. Me am the lone Indian not in protest. To avoid breakfast, me hopped out to pick up paruppu wada, idli, chutney and sambhar from Muthu Open Air Kitchen at Shanti Ashram. Rama dislikes Muthu and his fare;banned it; has always been a ban votary. 'Why dont you admit, my wadas are not as good as Muthu,' she said the other day. Maybe, yes, but am scared. Me has offered to cook; bought a notebook to note down the subtlties of making onion sambhar;went ahead with potato bhaji, rice and pappadoms. She decided to relax with Ravanaprabhu of Mohanlal for the tenth time on Asianet. 'You are on your own,' she said. Food was particularly bad; sambhar had little salt, potatoes were burnt, pappadoms scalded arms. Rama ordered lunch from Aura hotel. Me suggested a cook as a part of the negotiations to sort out the protest, being a democrat. Rama is still insisting on being 60. Quitting the kitchen. Protest is on.
India is in protest. Rama is also in protest. After a tiring, sticky, October walk, one slid into me sofa (Rama has her own) and placed a request for a glass of water. 'I have also come in from a walk. Why cant you get it from the frig,' she said tersely like some Saskhi Maharaj. Offering a clutch of curry laves freely given by Niranjan in Yogi Nagar, she took her sofa and that was that. Ice remained ice.
Me read out the Breaking Silence of Prime Minister Narendra Modi at Nawada, Bihar to win Muslim votes, in The Indian Express, Journalism of Courage. Tried out Marvin by Tom Armstrong. Ice did not liqueify. 'I am 60. When will I retire; get PF and gratuity," Rama said offering after much thought a sugarless, second coffee with Marie Dog Biscuit. Some facts: She has been cooking for me since 1976. Hard times. Never set aside PF and gratuity for her. Have transferred bank accounts to her name and the ATM cards. Now me depends on a daily dole of Rs.10; have asked for an increment of one rupee as a Gold Flake large costs Rs.11. But that, me concedes is not enough. If me can sit around doing nothing at 70, she deserves the same at 60. Me am the lone Indian not in protest. To avoid breakfast, me hopped out to pick up paruppu wada, idli, chutney and sambhar from Muthu Open Air Kitchen at Shanti Ashram. Rama dislikes Muthu and his fare;banned it; has always been a ban votary. 'Why dont you admit, my wadas are not as good as Muthu,' she said the other day. Maybe, yes, but am scared. Me has offered to cook; bought a notebook to note down the subtlties of making onion sambhar;went ahead with potato bhaji, rice and pappadoms. She decided to relax with Ravanaprabhu of Mohanlal for the tenth time on Asianet. 'You are on your own,' she said. Food was particularly bad; sambhar had little salt, potatoes were burnt, pappadoms scalded arms. Rama ordered lunch from Aura hotel. Me suggested a cook as a part of the negotiations to sort out the protest, being a democrat. Rama is still insisting on being 60. Quitting the kitchen. Protest is on.
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