Finally a splendid Delhi winter afternoon. The kind I remember from my childhood days.
A warm bright sun, clear blue skies and children playing somewhere in the background. Sitting with a book on our manicured lawn. With the assorted cats of the neighborhood . Why don’t you come to eat ? Calls mom. Because Sunday lunch was special. Almost a ritual. Meat curry and rice. The house was fragrant with the simmering spices. Yummy.and the cats got  the leftovers.