My grandmother would make it when I was tiny little thing and I would spend the summer with her. From this sweet smell I was transported back in time. I could hear her voice asking me if I wanted it hot or if I wanted to wait till it cooled down. I could see myself impatiently waiting for it to be done; seating in her tiny kitchen.
One of the things I loved about my grandmother's property was that it had lots of fruit trees all around it in the land next to the house. We would go together in pick cherries, guava and most delicious mangoes around.
I hated the fact that she would wake me up really early and have me sweep the enormous yard. She'd tell me that it would help me warm up from the morning chill.
I think I got my love for plants from her. She had this terrace full of flowers and plants and in the afternoons after we had lunch we would sit there to enjoy the afternoon breeze that would carry the scent of the various flowers around us.
Even the entrance to the house was made out of these short bushes that produced a red little flower that I would make reefs out of and also suck its sweet juice out of it.



