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WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS/MASTICADORES!

Fortunate are those who have had the love of their grandparents.

In this day and age with nuclear families and increasing distances, it’s not a common sight.

A child has grown into an adult but the fragrant memories of a loving grandmother remain.

Coriander could never be cherished so much.

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My nani always smelled of coriander. The smell was in her hair, her cheeks, the cream cotton kurta that she always paired with a black salwar. I thought she had only one outfit but later discovered that all her clothes were the same color. At the time, my young mind had thought that it was […]

My Nani was Made of Coriander by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

33 Comments on “My Nani was Made of Coriander by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Flash Fiction

  1. this is a beautiful story, deliciously told: the title grabbed my attention and it never wavered; I’ve never read a story where a herb is the centrepiece —

    • I think those are the relatively safer places that memories can reside. Sometimes, life can be quite ironic. Thanks so much! 🙂

  2. So beautiful and endearing, and such a wonderful way to memorialize a person. Your words show such deep understanding, compassion, love and respect for the elderly. Memories of my grampa are bouncing around in my noggin right now. I tip my cap to you, Terveen, on a wonderful piece of writing. *tips cap* 🙂

    • Thanks so much, Mike, for the beautiful comment and the hat tipping. A graceful curtsy right back at you. Haha! I’m glad those memories are bouncing around. It’s good to let them out. We’ll be gone someday too. Will someone remember us too? I wonder…

    • Thank you so much. Jeff. I’m happy that you enjoyed it. Take care and keep writing and inspiring! 🙂

  3. Wow, Nani is made of coriander and it keeps giving even after death. And a grandma who can cook so well is the blessing of all. Wish all children are brought up by loving parents or grandparents, although I know that is too much to wish for.

    • Certain relationships are just wonderful right from the start. Though it’s hard to believe in this day and age. Now, intolerance and short fuses keep getting in the way. Coriander is a lovely spice. It deserved a dedication to it too. Thank you, Haoyan. 🙂

  4. You weaved magic with your words, taking us on a journey where your nani reigned, i am sure that must be one of the most cherished part of your life and then feeling her again through those fresh coriander plants is
    magical!!

    • Thanks Deepak. We immortalize our friends and loved ones through the objects that once were and continue to persist. It’s like holding on to them and cherishing the fond memories. 🙂

    • Hi Natasha, thanks so much for stopping by. I appreciate your lovely comment and the fact that it reminded you of your own mother. That’s a beautiful feeling. Take care and write on. 🙂

  5. I commented on Masticadores twice. Haha! This is a favorite of mine, Terveen. Amazing write!

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