Mukul’s mum pinches some rice between her fingers, rolls them into the cup of her hand and starts jiggling the flakes around while spooning dhal with her free hand on to the congealing mess. When it’s nearly solidified into a semi-ball she lifts the rice and dhal up to her mouth and slurps the mixture in. Dhal trundles down her forearm, permanently staining it a yellow turmeric colour. She takes ages to eat. She and Mukul miss the film showing at 7pm.
25/02/2010 · 7:26 PM
