The Wedding Absentee Part 1
My mother’s chicken biriyani is legendary. I can think of 5 people just off the top of my head who would rush home putting everything else on hold, if they heard that mom was in the kitchen getting the spices ready for her signature dish. So, a long time ago when I called my dad after a hectic night duty during my internship, my face lit up as he revealed that plenty of biriyani was waiting for me when I got back home. We remember our friends for a variety of reasons. Some of the things that make them stand out from the rest of the world’s populace are usually cute but they can also be very weird. Take for example a friend of mine who is scared of life size dolls, yes, you read it correctly, she avoids people dressed like bears at malls like the plague, and then there is Steve who is mortified by drumsticks, not the ones used by musicians, I’m talking about the vegetable. He once bolted out of his seat at a restaurant when I held aloft a tiny twig of a ‘ Morin