I love my cream biscuits in my 40s just as I loved it in my childhood. Crunchy biscuits held together by a dollop of cream – is fascinating now, even as it was fascinating them. They joy of splitting the crunchy-munchy biscuits, licking the cream and handing over the empty biscuits put together to my mother and making her frown was a favorite past time of mine when I was young. Nibling the corners of the biscuit and eating the center as it shrunk in size was another.

It’s these little joys and the memories associated with it that makes our lives interesting.