Laddus or leddo, as mallus call them,
Each time I crave it, my mind goes mmmm,
Memories of ammumma deep frying the boondis,
Inside a huge cauldron of ghee, that comforting fragrance I miss,
Along with the sight of ammumma meticulously rolling them inside her chubby fingers,
The taste lingers,
In the back of my mouth even today,
As I order away,
On Zomato, for that delicious box of childhood,
I know deep down, it won't be as good,
As ammumma's laddus,
Or leddos,
As she called them.
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