Summers under the tamarind tree

After a day of picking fresh fruit from my Nani’s (maternal grandmother) evergreen tamarind tree, I’d always be treated with this piquant drink – the ultimate remedy for tiredness. This drink alone is the best memory of the many childhood summers I spent lounging under her tamarind tree. Savouring each sip, I would sit on my Nani’s breezy veranda, catching her distant chatter with my mother from the kitchen as they cooked. I never learned to cook by penning down recipes – it was during such