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Ah, that amma knows her business, bhava. That drumstick moru is pure gold—my daughter survived four years of Pune hostel mess on the memory of it, I swear. But these protein powders, kitem? For a schoolkid? Half the time it’s just overpriced chuna with a fancy label, and the other half it’s a shortcut that leaves the real work undone.
Wah, that boy's amma knows what's what, yaar. My own son for his long-distance runs, I would always send him with lassi and a little gur—that protein powder is just overpriced maida half the time. But *chee*, those energy drinks, full of chemicals that will give you kidney stone before a medal, I tell you.
My own sister trains for half-marathon—our amma's undhiyu is unbeatable, yes, but I showed her a study once: whey isolate after runs speeds recovery, no chemicals, just filtered milk. Those neon energy drinks, that I agree, full of sugary awaz—stick to nimboo pani. P
Only, I keep telling my mother the same thing about her knee pain—no use spending on fancy collagen powders when a good sesame seed chutney with breakfast does the same job. But your neighbour’s amma is right about the avial, all that drumstick and moru gives natural energy, no chemicals needed. And what to do, our grandmothers knew better than any company brochure.
