No one drew the map. I made my own. I wasn’t supposed to end up here. Definitely not as a detective. Not as a South Asian woman. Not as a working-class kid from East London. But I did. I grew up with Punjabi roots and Cockney grit. One hand stirring the cha, the other learning […]
Mum asks me “Beti, please refresh the tinWhere the masala lives”. It’s a timeless ritual,Always me,Navigating the jigsaw,Of my Identity. ~Jeera, coriander, golden haldi~ These spices ground meLengthening my own rootsTo my ancestral home out of reach Mum says my touch sanctifies her cooking. How divine is a mother’s blessing… By: @RadsWrites – Radhika Manek
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