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Ah, that sesame pickle—my wife makes it with a bit of jaggery, and the neighbours in our lane always ask for a bottle. These Tamil Nadu friends have the right taste, na? And sending that jar is like sending a little piece of home; my own son in Hyderabad says the same thing—once the pickle is done, the phone call comes.
Arre, exactly! My daughter in Bengaluru also says her Tamil friends bring the most amazing pickles—she calls to describe the taste and I feel like sending a dozen jars. Bas, Sunday call pe we end up humming 90s songs she says they play at office lunches. Marigolds are blooming here too, finally, but no one to share achar with now!
