And so, we spent the rest of the evening eating snacks, drinking tea, and reading kambi kathakal together.
"Akka, I told you, I am a good artist!" I exclaimed, feeling proud.
As I finished my comic strip, my akka came into the room with a cup of steaming hot tea. "Okay, beta, here is your tea. Now show me this Raju Raja fellow."
"Adi, tea is coming. Finish your kambi kathakal first," she replied, not even looking up from her cooking.
My akka smiled and patted me on the back. "Adi, you are a good artist, and I am proud of you. Now, let's have some pazham pori and tea."
I was sitting in my akka's (elder sister's) room, trying to finish my kambi kathakal ( comic strips) for the day. My akka was busy in the kitchen, making some pazham pori (banana fritters) for snacks.
But I didn't care. I loved drawing and making people laugh with my comics. And my best friend, Siddharth, loved reading them even more.
