
As a small child I usually spent my summer vacation at my tharavadu. We usually had something heavy for our evening tea. On that particular evening grandmother thought of having tapioca. So she asked father's youngest brother to go and pluck some. But he didn't give ear to that. Every two minute grand mother asked him to get tapioca and there was hardly any response from him. Hearing all these I got irritated.
Soon I assumed the role of a responsible son. Standing on my toes I said, "Amme show me the tapioca plant, I will climb and shake tapioca down". Immediately there was a big laughter around. It was grand mother and aunties.
"Have I said some blunders"..........
As the sound of laughter grew I evaded the scene. Later I knew that tapioca grew under soil.....
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