Mixing and messing with Rini Pie
During graduation one of our texts was D H Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers and in it we were frequently told how an oven and baking as an essential part of a kitchen in the early 20 th century was a very powerful allegory. It stood for the whole act of giving birth and shaping a child. It seemed all too far fetched to me back then. All those lessons came back yesterday when I and Aarini attended a cake mixing event at The Park. Both of us were pretty excited about this outing, as it was only about her and me and I had promised her there would be lots of ‘ happy birthday ’ her word for cakes. It was a pleasant October morning neither too hot nor cold and we set out on our long drive to The Park in the center of town from our home on the south western fringes of Delhi. Aarini had a lot of questions about the red bus, green bus and blue bus that we spotted on the way which needed answering. Every small thing evokes a question in her and I try my best to give her an answer that’s not far...