Food for Thought

My hyperactive, 5 year old niece has an interesting routine these days.

She tears the front pages of Hindu and Times of India into small bits. Puts it into a small brass pot (a living room showpiece that looks like a sauce pan).

She uses a pencil as a ladle and stirs the mixture. Makes the sound of steam whistles to indicate that cooking is in progress.

Finally, she brings it to me and says, “Chicken Curry.”

To humour her, I pretend to eat the morning news.

She is happy.