Of mangoes and memories…
I have just returned to work from the heady aamras- poli (or phulka, to be politically correct) lunch. For the uninitiated, aam = mango, ras = juice, poli/phulka = Indian flatbread. Now why am I writing about mangoes, when the rest of the folks back home are celebrating monsoon (or the lack thereof) with bhajias, […]