Every summer afternoon, when Maa would sleep tired after half a day’s zillion duties, we would surreptitiously tiptoe into the kitchen for a little after-lunch snack. The cool tile flooring masked the sound of us acting like plundering bandits in our own home, looking for the infamous steel dabba. Well never forget this one afternoon when Maa caught us stealing Aam Papad red-handed. Since this wasn’t the first time, we were expecting things to get ugly but instead, she too sat with us on the floor and demanded her share. We were all complicit here! As we ate that tangy, sweet treat we saw a fun, rule breaker side to our mother that’s forever etched in our hearts. Aam Papad brings out the child in everyone!
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