It’s a cross between a light rain and drizzle outside. The kinds that grace days that can’t make up their minds about the weather. Do I drench you, or continue to puzzle you with the inconsistent kiss of water? I associate these moody rains with Gulzar. Perhaps a sudden bout of homesickness as I found myself staring at dessicated coconut in a Tamil store today. I wish to eat kozhakattai tomorrow the way I always have on Ganesha Chaturthi. I remember how we used to batch process kozhakattais as kids. I remember a particular time when my grandaunt was making flat purses out of rice flour, my grandmother placing a small amount of the jaggery-coconut in the flour purse and my mother was tying the flour knot on top. I was placing them on the stand so they could be steamed.
Far from where one grows up, food and music often evoke a certain gnawing feeling inside. Nostalgia. The more I remember, the more I am prone to forgetting. For now, am listening to this song that is perfect for both nostalgia (Gulzar, that halwa for the soul) and drizzles.