A tribute to my beloved grandmother . We all share a special bond/relationship with our grandparents. When they leave us and go we realise a lot about them and miss them terribly. Everytime I cook rasam I am reminded of my grandma. Reason for that I'll share below in this snippet. As the rasam was boiling today ,as I mentioned I remembered my grandma and got lost in the thoughts about her until the point where the rasam's boiling reached it's finishing point and it's time to finish off by adding dhal water and give the most aromatic tadka with ghee ,mustard and asafotida. Yes that is the best part of rasam. The tadka gives it "an out of the world " taste. We are about 11 grandchildren to my grandma and if anyone resembles her the closest, then it's me. Yes I have her nose, her temper, her lips, her forehead,her hair,her lean figure and what not. I didn't know I have even inherited her rasam making skills. She is my paternal grandmother and I didn't have much bond with maternal grandmother as she expired the same year I was born. So as a kid my mother's brother (my mama) teased me with a nickname "japa". Ja signified first letter of my grandma's name, pa representing first letter of the word grandma in my language. With my close resemblance to Japa he always teased me with special songs. As a kid I didn't enjoy that and used to cry because for me (a very young kid) to resemble an old lady was not acceptable. The more I cried the more he sang and everyone around laughed including my mom and my mom always said you are lucky to be like your grandmom. Well I was never convinced and hated her at that moment because she supported her brother always in this Japa teasing. But all this apart I shared a very special bond with my paati who was an ardent devotee of lord Shiva ( one more rememberence of her during recent Shivarathri) . She ate just one meal a day. No breakfast, no dinner. But that one meal was an elaborate one with rice, rasam,Sambhar ,kootu, curry, curds and one fruit. etc. Yes everyday it was an elaborate meal . She generally stayed with my dad's brother in our city but made frequent visits to our house and stayed with us until a cat fight would erupt between my mom and grandma and she used to go back to stay with her daughters in different cities. Even at 80+ age she used to divide her time between two sons and 3 daughters. She travelled all alone from one city to another, just one kit bag was her asset which had 5 6 9 yards Sarees and 2 3 white blouse in that . Yes just that. She was very very orthodox and none could touch her until she finished her Shiva Poojai and had her lunch sharp at 1pm . After that we could touch her hand . Inspite of no physical contact with her I was very close to her. Just sitting and observing what she did and asking her my endless questions made me close to her. All the elaborate cooking she did it herself with me just observing when I had no school to go.Wherever she went she cooked her food, finished her Pooja and took her lunch. I can't remember an instance where she was sick, she was admitted to hospital or she eating outside. When we went out with her she carried a bag a homemade snacks and managed to survive her day with that. I can never stop writing about her, but I'll stop here otherwise I have like million other points to write about her and can never proceed to the rasam part. As I mentioned she made the yummiest food but her Rasam was special and always tasted the best. My sister who is an excellent cook and much better than me came to stay with me one day and I made a simple lunch for her which consisted of rasam n aloo. She loved that Rasam and kept telling this rasam is like how paati used to make. How have you got the same taste. I smiled but never told her the secret. Next day as I was proceeding towards the kitchen to start my cooking she said can you make paati's rasam again today? I said let me cook something else. But she insisted on that rasam. Well today she observed the secret which I was hiding from her and told me "now I know what is giving that taste" . Ha ha. My aunts (dad's sisters) who are excellent cook themselves relish this rasam I make and tell me after long time they are eating paati's rasam and say none have inherited this taste except me. Not even them. All my cousins say that. Wow what compliments !! My sister goes back and does the exact same rasam (after copying my style) and calls up and says taste is different and it didn't come like how you made like paati. I feel so good with this compliment now and wonder why I cried as a kid when someone said I have her nose, I have her lean body, I have her Hair etc. Today I'm super proud to have all these features of hers and feel extremely gifted to have inherited her rasam taste. When she expired at 85+ I was in 12th standard. I hardly cried nor even realised what death of a close one meant, but as the rasam boils everytime at home my eyes get wet remembering her and I tell her " I MISS YOU PAATI " . P. S Coming to IL after a break and have forgotten the sub forums. Not sure this comes under general discussion. Mods can move this snippet to appropriate forum. Moderators : I just realized the spelling mistake in my title and missed "n" in grandma. Please edit that as I crossed the time limit to edit the title.