She takes Kavya’s hand and places it on the pot. "You are the pot. The world is the fire. I am dying. But the fire must not know that the hand that holds the ladle is gone."
The Taste of Pongal
"Then use your tongue."
The next day, Kavya wears a cotton pattu (silk) saree that Paati gives her—"The one I wore when your grandfather came to see me." She struggles with the pleats. She uses a YouTube tutorial on her phone. Paati doesn't mock her. Instead, Paati asks, "That rectangle in your hand. Can it tell you if the jaggery is pure?"
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Paati stops stirring. She points to the kolam outside.
"No," Kavya laughs.
Uncle Ramesh takes a bite. His eyes close. "It tastes like Appa's (grandfather's) time."