The first time i guess we came to ‘south’ of India was around 1987. My father was posted in Assam those days. My mom carried a bottle of ghee, cubes of butter and some sugar in her hand bag , for her kids , especially for her protegé , my brother. 

Little did she know ,in less than 20 years her elder one will call South her home . My journey started through Vizag , followed by Hyderabad and past one decade in Bangalore. From the inception I started relishing the tangy touch in the dishes , the curry leaves , the spice level , each element appealed to me. I remember in Hyderabad , from the near by Mess (I can’t recall the name now) on weekdays I just bought the fish pulusu and made rice at home. That was the best way to satiate my bong craving for fish without having to buy the entire fish for a household of ‘one’ .

Yesterday I got a call from @forkitoff saying while cooking fish Anu Aunty was thinking about me and wanted to send me fish. The smile on my face , must have travelled through the phone. I got a second call , from him instructing not even to cook rice as she wanted me to take the evening off. Now , all I can say is I am humbled . I miss going home. So, Nature made another Mom do things for me. This morning it’s my mom, who was the happiest knowing this. Thank you so much @anucookingstory. Loved the fish fry and fish pulusu , a bit of excess rice – served me for my ‘curd rice’ – am I not the perfect ‘telegu am’māi’ ? Another story in my foodgratitudejournal