#TasteOfMemories
In the warm heart of summer, we'd gather around,
Where laughter and hungry giggles abound,
At grandma's old house, where memories grow,
Under banyan shade, in the noon's soft glow.

With taro leaves spread, she'd start her craft,
Smearing the spice with a grandma’s laugh,
Rice and spicy ,sour, salty coconut, jaggery sweet,
Mixed with hands, her rhythm, her beat.

Stacks of green rolled in her seasoned...