Its summer holidays and you are at your grandmother’s place. Your parents are not the only ones who think about vacation at Granny’s and so you meet all you cousins.
In the afternoon when all are snoozing one by one you cousins slip out in the hot afternoon sun. There is no one around and all disappear in the orchards and climb high on one of the trees till then you are quiet as mice. Then it’s just masti……
That too upto teatime back home again all dusty, scratches and torn frocks, back to a scolding for the scratches never were we scolded for torn frocks or petticoats and tea.
How hungry we used to be… anything anyone Ajji, Mami, Maushi or Amma put before us we ate. One such afternoon I do not know who made it but we had Susla. Funny name? We all thought so and that the adults were making fun of us but then we confirmed with another Ajji and it is indeed a dish.
