While growing up, until my age of eight, my maternal grandparents home was that haven for me, to which I ran whenever holidays made their appearance.
It was the place where I could have the choicest Mangoes from Maharashtra, Sitaphal from Hyderabad, Pedhas from Dharwad and Kardantu from Gokak, my grandfather being a great connoisseur of fruits, sweets and other food. It was also the place I could play dress up to my heart’s content without the watchful eye of my mother.
But what appealed to my young heart the most was the ice cream I had every day either at the erstwhile Century Club or the Bangalore Club. … Continue Reading