Every monsoon you came home with the silver fish all of Bengal fights over, wrapped in newspaper, and cooked it in sharp mustard.
Abba, I have finally learned to cook it.
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Rafiq.
Every monsoon you came home with the silver fish all of Bengal fights over, wrapped in newspaper, and cooked it in sharp mustard.
Abba, I have finally learned to cook it.
The rest of this letter is sealed.