Indian Desi Aunty Mms [patched] -
Today was special. Her younger daughter, Meera, was coming home from Chennai after six months. Meera worked as a software engineer in a tall glass building, wore Western clothes, and ate food from plastic containers in a cafeteria. Lakshmi didn't mind any of that. What she minded was that Meera had once said, over the phone, that she had forgotten how her mother's dosa tasted.
That sentence had haunted Lakshmi for weeks. indian desi aunty mms