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mehrunnisa's avatar

That loss and living can be so equally bound together is heart breaking and affirming. This is such a moving piece of writing about memory, place and food.

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Alicia's avatar

I'm so pleased you saw this - I was going to send it to you!

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miriam owen's avatar

What an interesting read. Thank you

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Pauline Liu-Devereux's avatar

Thank you.

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Haddon Davies aka magicsnaps's avatar

I was born in Calcutta almost a lifetime ago and spent a lot of time by our cook’s side watching him grind spices on the huge flat stone, munching a fresh chapatti I had no right to. This evoked all that delicious contentment, with huge grief at the inhumanity of the persecution in Kashmir - persecution which is fomented still for political ends.

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Sue Sparks's avatar

Beautiful. But also makes me sad and angry on behalf of the people of Kashmir.

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Emily B's avatar

This writing — how piercing and poetic. Thank you for the revelation and the recipe, Uzma.

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Jane Norris's avatar

Beautifully written… very moving.

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Jessica's avatar

The author has measured her memories in the mortar and pestled them into words. And we are thankful for this beautiful concoction. A comfort meal, it is.

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Ron's avatar

Makes one want to brew a cup of coffee or tea and sit a time with the author

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