Big hug. Huge smile. Silent yet piercing visual inquisition.
“You’ve lost weight … thank God”
Asma Khan and my mum have a lot in common. There’s the hand wringing over the fact I’m still not married or mortgaged. There’s the blunt concern over the fluctuating size of my love handles. And there’s also the paradox that that outward concern about blubber is always followed by copious amounts of food. But then it appears Asma has something in common with many Mums. Well, 350 million at least. Because she cooks food that makes Indian nationals yearn for home.
I’ve seen Vivek Singh stand, unprompted and misty eyed in front of a room of 60, and announce that … Continue Reading