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She was all of 90, with wrinkly face, frail looking limbs but
full of energy and a radiant smile on her face.
She had two grinding stones in her tiny yard. One was for
grinding medicines and other was solely reserved for Wednesdays.
Her son came from the city every Wednesday, she diligently
sat down every Wednesday mornings to grind aromatic masalas for him to take
back.
Son “Ma, why cant you rest? These stones are too heavy, and
we get masalas in the organic store”
Her: “What's Organic?”
Son: “No pesticides, fresh things”
With a chuckle she said “ha, then I have been making organic
all my life”
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
A beautiful story. It shows how everything old is new again. Well told.
ReplyDeleteSo true
DeleteSo many age old practices and fashion too is coming back with fancy names
Thanks for dropping by Margirene :)
Well done mum, organic is best, and so is your story, Mrs DAsh
ReplyDeleteThank you Mike :)
DeleteMany old techniques are indeed organic, or mindful, or low on resources. Lovely story.
ReplyDeleteYes, I totally agree with you
DeleteThanks for dropping by Ga H
Three cheers for Mum :)
ReplyDeleteTotally...for all the Mums
DeleteThanks for commenting Dahlia :)