Mama would fill my pockets with almonds and give me a block of thickened sugarcane gur, mixed with spices and dry fruit, when I left for school. I would walk all the way carrying my wooden slate and bag in one hand and the spicy gur in the other.&rdquo The moment I read this sentence, I could paint a picture in my head&mdashthe road, the trees dotting it, the little girl going to school, the blue skies she would have seen and the old-timey homes she would have crossed. It transported me to an era I&rsquove only seen depicted in films or read in books&mdashsimpler times when technology had yet to invade every moment of our being.
