spent yesterday evening telling stories to the children.
realised krishna lopped off more than his fair share of rakshasas — shakatasura, banasura, narakasura, denukasura, etc much to firstborn (the amateur taekwondoian’s) delight.
my favourite krishna story was the one about sudhama. i tried to dwell on the simple friendship and what it meant to both. my hopes of making a sentimental sermon were promptly squashed like an uppu seedai that rolled under a tractor.
firstborn:” never mind that. tell me how krishna leapt on kalinga’s many heads?”
cooking hit: ghee appam, seeyan
flop: sago payasam
cooking mystery: why didnt the dahi vada swell to double its size after being dunked in curd?