Personal Journal

24/11/2019

Once upon a time, in a small village there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had two children, a son and a daughter. Both of them were married and had kids.

Now one day the grandfather went to his daughter's house. Where he was served several foods and delicacies. He was well received by his daughter and son in law. He also met his grandchildren.Then after he had presented them gifts and stayed there for a while. Then he left to his house.

After he reached his house, he missed one of the foods that his daughter has served him with her family.

Now one day as he was sitting with the grandmother he asked her to prepare that food which he had at his daughter's house. The only problem being, he couldn't remember what the food was called. So he started describing the food as round...

But the grandmother couldn't figure it out. At last the grandfather got so furious and irritated that he smacked the grandmother on the back. As the throbbing pain of the blow was unbearable for the grandmother, she checked herself in the mirror. The spot that was hurting. And she mourned and said that this now looks like a Kozhikatta. And just then, hearing what the grandmother had uttered, the grandfather, exclaimed in a loud voice, absolutely jubilant at remembering the name of the food. And he said that's what my daughter gave me to eat while I was at her house.