Things My Grandmother Said
Turmeric can heal anything but a broken heart. Iāve got some Benadryl I bet could shush that dog of yours. Sounds fun but what does it pay. You canāt shoot the spots without shooting the leopard. If dressmakerās dummies could cook, weād all be old maids. Poetry? Youāre grinding water with a pestle of ice, but when youāve never thirsted a day in your life, I guess you can play. I know plenty of family history, but donāt ask me where green eyes got into the bloodline. India invented recycling, we called it karma, but trash now is trash later. I wasnāt crying, I was dicing onions in a memory in Ahmedabad. Every time I stand up thereās Rice Krispies in my knees. This girl is perfect for you, I know her aunt. Read that to me at my funeral, boy, right now my show is on. I got to be this old by nibbling a little raw ginger every morning. Ambitionās a sinkhole that deepens the more you dump in it, but that doesnāt mean donāt get a job. In the old days, families were so big, counting nephews felt like counting stars. Every kite forgets its string. Sure, the Ganga is holy but who told you to drink from it?
