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A quick tale 10

Baggage

They weighed the luggage one more time. '39.5 kgs' read the scales. "Perfect", said the husband. It was just under the 40 kilo-luggage-weight limit imposed by the airlines. "Have you taken everything? Is there anything left behind?", asked the mother-in-law.

So many thing, she wanted to say. Mother, father, grandmother, sunshine, curd rice, late mornings, lazy afternoons, pointless giggles, best friends, former lovers...

"In which case", she replied,"I'll take 1/2 a kilo of sambar powder. The ones we get in the US are just not good enough."

Comments

mischief editor said…
i could not find 'inlaws' in her 'to say' list........

hey, am i reading between the lines?
thangachee said…
Good one , Ammani!
Would have been very 'Tamizh serial/cinema perfect d-i-l' had you added the 'in-laws' bit.

Lets leave the in-laws bit for the cinema dialogues, what say?
Sundaresan said…
like it very much...good one...
Jyotsna said…
Another great one Ammani... esp the former lovers and the late mornings ...

Cheers
Jyo
dogmatix said…
MEditor - "hey, am i reading between the lines?"

Err no.. u are just 'confusing phrases',it is called 'missing the point'!! ;)
Chakra Sampath said…
brilliant... short 'n sweet! :p
Nura said…
Visitied ur blog about 10 days back or so…read some of your archives..you write really well…

When I read all these tales of urs…I had an inkling feeling that its x% reality and y% fiction….you proved my theory right with this post…

US has only 32 kg checked in baggage limit…;-)

But don’t worry abt facts…you blog is really good!
AF said…
Very Nice!!. You are a excellent writer Ammani.
AF
Shyam said…
I so agree about the sambar powder...
Anonymous said…
m editor
'in-laws' amongst the things you would wish to take with u... surely you must be joking...
to say that you miss the point is an understatement..
ansh said…
'curd rice, late morning, lazy afternoons.....'

too good ammani!
Being a veteran visitor to your blog, I have to really know if you are as homesick as I think you are..or is it just a perspective of how it was or could be for a person of similar background ?
Uma said…
Love it. And I bet this goes oneveryday in India :)
Praveen said…
haha, good one :)

Uma,
Isn't it paruppu podi in ur case?! ;)
Uma said…
Praveen, yaendaa verupethuraa. To add to me missing the paruppu podi, looking at all those recipes and photos on Ammani's Chaipani blog is making me more homesick. Well apart from the Burnt sambar picture :)
Anjali said…
excelelnt i toocarried 2kilos of smabar powder.

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