Recollections of childhood, navjote, wedding, maternal admonitions... and a gastronomic feast for the New Year
Bhicoo Manekshaw
Whenever I think of my childhood I go back to 21, Marine Lines, my maternal grandmother’s home. Marine Lines was a road that had stately homes, mainly belonging to Parsis. They had three floors and each had an attached kitchen, servants’ quarters and godowns. The garages for cars and horses and carriages were at the rear of the house.
We had a small room with a covered veranda and a separate kitchen reserved especially for the muktad at the rear of the ground floor of our house. On the right, near the muktad room, was a well in the garden, whose......