Bread....&..Happy Deepavali to you all!!!!
Bread, butter and Jam. I was once offered a loaf of sweet bread by our next door neighbour, possibly as a gift or deed of good will or may have been an act of bribery. That was almost 30 years ago and the deed was that I had to wash and clean his bicycle, just for once, over a weekend and which I did to perfection. I was 10-11 year old then. My obsession with a loaf of sweet bread must have been so enormous, for me to request it as a gift from our friendly neighbour rather than a box of choclate or a toy to play with. Looking back at this on the hindsight, this obsession of mine possibly may have sprung from what I had seen and smelt at their (our neighbour’s) house and kitchen incessantly, throughout those happy school years. Not to deny that I had all those time, reluctantly been eating bread, albeit, sparsely at home, especially the odd sloppy ones soaked in hot milk!! This happened traditionally, whenever we at home caught up with a fever or two and