Saluting the women who shaped our destiny
Nov 11, 2020
4 minutes
MAYA JAGJIVAN-KALICHARAN
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IT IS both a marvel and mystery of life that inanimate objects often take you on a journey of intimate proportions.
Take my late paternal grandmother’s grinding stone, for example. It was probably passed down from generations ago. I remember watching her, draped effortlessly in a simple yet striking sari, with her thin, long fingers curled over the stone. She used to summon all her strength, in an almost hunched position, to grind spices.
Haldi (turmeric), jeera (cumin) and elachi (cardamom) were just some of the spices that gave fragrance and colour to life. They filled our
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