I shall now tell you a long story cut short,a tale that you know , the journey of young mothers and grandmothers old , Its a trip down memory lane to tell you how we were mould , "Face life head on with a smile,erase the frown "we were told. Grandma was the queen and she did lovingly assert , her supremacy over the kitchen with a cup of dessert , she lovingly fed the mouths , her fingers as balm , with rice balls soaked in ghee and pressed in the palm . She opened her mouth , for our mouths to open wide , large enough , to allow rice and veggies side by side . each helping , a different size with the gaps intervening , different too , to allow for a swallow and the odd belching . Grandma was happy and pleased with herself so , it was a task very well done , of feeding kids in a row . the hands moved deftly from one mouth to another , in clockwork precision, for she lovingly cared to bother. Her life revolved around just simple and healthy food , to feed hungry mouths and stay in the best of mood . As we grew up , it was a rapid transition and yet , things did not seem to change, even a wee bit ! you bet ! Grandma dear was a little older now and so mom had all the fun , when grown up kids sat in a semi circle & the deal was wonderfully done . ghee rice balls again soaked in yummy rasam was handed down , we got a taste of the cold curd rice too and gobbled without a frown . I miss the splattering on the faces and the hunger pangs , for when we had butterflies, we would pull out our fangs . Grandma had a ready remedy and Mom executed it beautifully too , for we loved fresh curd rice balls with a sunken middle and a drop of Kuzhamboo.....:coffee