Chinna-Pedamma and Me

Hullo lads!

My chinna-pedamma came to town today.
Pedamma is periyamma and chinna is small.

Conversation translated.

Chinna-pedamma: "Are you your mom’s elder daughter?"
(For those chaps who don’t know me, I have long hair)

Yours truly glares back vehemently, which, sadly, is mistaken for an IQ of twenty.

CP: "Puriyallaiya?"

YT continues to stare.

CP: "It’s your hair."

YT: "Ah."

CP: "How long will you grow your hair?"

YT: "Forever."

CP: "Even when you get married?"

YT: "I won’t get married."

CP: "Are you going to be a Sanyasi or what?"

YT: "I don’t believe in gawd."

End of conversation.

I don’t think I managed to capture the correct tone though. My china-pedamma was chuckling throughout. She is quite a lady. And she made awesome acchu-murukku when I stayed in her place. Don’t know what that is called in English or Tamil. It tastes sweet and is an amalgamation of hexagons (I think). Now I have the feeling that it maybe called acchu-murukku in Tamil and it’s called something else in Telugu. It tastes awesome and that’s all I care about.