Chaya was preparing curd rice for the get together at her papa's place. Incidentally, she makes nice saaru, north indian dishes and a wonderful home maker if you ignore occasional battles across borders. So, this narrative may take different twists, as I try to be as faithful to the events that unfolded. She is preparing rice for the mosaranna. Mobile disturbs. the call is from ananya. chayatte, you make the most wonderful mosranna. only if you allow the oggarane items to remain crisp how good it would be. so, chaya prepares oggarane (really, special one: uddina bele, sasve, godambi fried to rose brown with karibevu leaves) and packs it separately in a box. next caller is keshu, he has a grouse! chayatte, you are partial to girls because you dont have one and cheat the boys of godambi in oggarne, so to play fair, please count them and distribute equally amongst boys n gals! ok. this wish can be fulfilled as the oggarne is kept aside. Now the mixing is taking place with dalimbe and other ingredients, phone rings for the third time its varshini the bean pole! chayatte, if only if your mosaranna sticks to its very basics and lots and lots of curds with no kaat kasa leaves in between how wonderful it would be. chayatte is in obliging mood. so she stores the kaat kasaa, ie, kottambri leaves and other things separately in one more box. the fourth call was near about direct. its from her son paawan. amma, don't you make anything other than mosranna as a special, something say like a pizza or a pasta or a...
cruel are the ways of the world, which while enjoying a lovingly made mosranna still grumbles with it how better it could have been and so on..
