Heard the radio mention Kargil War anniversaries. My Annan was posted up there, came back with his laugh a little quieter. Every year when it comes on, Amma still makes his favourite unniyappam in the evening, the smell of jaggery and banana filling our small kitchen.

That Vijay interview about small businesses — reminded me of the bank manager who laughed when I asked for a working capital loan. Said I should just raise prices on the chai. As if the college kids suddenly have more pocket money. Anyway, the cardamom bread batch is proofing, and the old Malayalam song on the radio is better conversation than any of that Finance Minister talk.

Saw a Ferrari in town today, all the engineering students crowding around it like it was a festival float. Meanwhile I’m just hoping my old scooter starts in this rain; some of us have cardamom buns to deliver before they go hard. I suppose the adventure is making it back without the dough proving in my helmet.