It was a Saturday afternoon. Animation audio spooling through the aqua, red-roofed bungalow. Cozy.
She would let me play with the dough from whatever bread or baking she was making. She also made play dough for me, adding food colouring. She explains, not for the first time, that the homemade play dough recipe is similar to that for lots of recipes, like poori, for example.
She’d let me play with the poori dough too, always in a good mood when she fried dough for bread, which she would do, singing.
She would say that the home-made play dough was as good as the store bought kind, & she wasn’t wrong. She knew things. She was confident about that. It made me love the pink dough & the blue dough the most. She made them for me after all. Me at the kitchen table making art. Her making our life.
Small tree sculptures from
Flour, water, salt & love
Outside, wind sounds spring
For this week’s dverse Haibun prompt A walk down memory lane.
Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis