Puliyogreys have been the part and parcel of every tambrahm upbringings that never cease to be the standard dinner even in the recent times. Those summer holiday epochs of our childhood have always ushered me to the specific timeline where the childhood memories remains intact with such pleasantly unpleasant endeavors.
Those were the summer holiday times at my aunt’s place when P’greys were of abundant supply from the temple. The two families would nonchalantly consume just the voluptuous plates of P’greys for dinner. I would like to mention that the alchemy of making P’greys with excessive tamarind and peanuts does magical things to you at night. If your system doesn’t accept the proportion, then you might have to take a couple of strolls to the loo to cache clean the exorbitant intake.
The hunger which is predominantly dominant before the consumption of this masochistic concoction nevertheless gets conquered at the end of process.
It evokes a sense a deep submission to some unknown force which drops the serotonin levels engulfing us to a nice Trans state called sleep!
Train or bus journeys have never been complete without the hawkers distributing food packets and frequenting the compartments with open carton full of Fruti-s and Fanta-s and Lays.