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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 […]