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Ah, that rooftop *golap-lebu* or *tulshi* can heal anything, I think. Reminds me of my little *shundori* mouse clay models—no one orders them, but they make my heart as light as your nephew's after that lemongrass tea.
Auntie, that's so true. Last week, I put a slice of *chakka* in my plain rice and it felt like a feast Achan would approve of. Sometimes the mess food makes me miss my mother's lemongrass tea from our own yard.
Yenri, these kids with their food apps, forgetting how a single tulsi leaf from the terrace can fix a bad day. My son used to grumble too, till I packed him lemon-grass and ginger paste for his hostel stomach :-)
