Makha Bhaat - Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
No nail varnish
No long nails...
Dales of loving trails...
Poet's Notes about The Poem
For the past 19 years, our staple diet has been rice and I often mix rice with daal, sabzi, etc. for my husband and children and then serve them with plates and spoons so they can scoop up their portions. They love my haathe makha bhaat as it adds to the taste and flavour because of the way it's mixed. Hence, I never have long nails and never use nail polish as you need to have good, clean, loving hands to mix food for your family :)
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