THE unmistakable smell of curry leaves frying in the hot oil last night provoked a lot of memories; mainly those of Mak quietly working in the kitchen preparing snacks and food for Hari Raya. In the big kitchen that Pak built for her, she looked tiny. But she would busy herself from after Subuh prayers, summoning our help only when she was desperate. Else, she would always manage by herself.
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