Aam Papad, Fruit Bar

Every summer afternoon, when Maa would sleep tired after half a day’s zillion duties, we would surreptitiously tip toe into the kitchen for a little after-lunch snack. The cool tile flooring masking the sound of us acting like plundering bandits in our own home, looking for the infamous steel dabba. We’ll never forget this one particular afternoon when Maa caught us stealing Aam Papad red handed. Since this wasn’t the first time, we were expecting things to get ugly but instead she too sat with us on the floor and demanded her share. We were all complicit here! As we ate that tangy, sweet treat we saw a fun, rule breaker side to our mother that’s forever etched in our hearts. Guess Aam Papad brings out the child in everyone!