I was just rummaging through some old files when I found this picture. Reading posts all over WordPress about childhood made me nostalgic I guess! So here’s one more post to my Childhood Diary.
That’s a handful of what we call Marthankali down here in Kerala. Wiki tells me its called the Black Nightshade apparently. But for me it has been and always will be Marthankali!
I must tell you that I spent the first three years of my life at my maternal grandmother’s home. This was owing to the fact that my parents were working in Cochin and they did not want their infant to be raised in a city breeding pollution.
My grandmother’s place was also our ancestral home. It was an old yet beautiful house (lets say fifty years or more) with a tiled roof situated in the middle of an estate spanning roughly three to four acres of land. We even had a cow-shed and three cows plus their calves back then.
Coming back to the Marthankali, I have faint memories of how Thaathi (Tamil for Grandmother) used to take me for walks around the estate. I would hang onto the pallu of her saree and trot along while she hobbled around inspecting mango trees, plantains, her vegetable garden and what not.
Depending on my nap time and Thaathi’s schedule, sometimes we would take two or three walks in the estate. My favorite part of the walk was when we would come to the areas of the estate where the Marthankali plants grew. They belong to the herb category of plants I think (if my bio is right) and Thaathi would always cut them to a certain height least the garden became a jungle.
This meant that I could help myself to pluck and eat as many berries as I wanted at my own leisure. I would stand in the middle (I was about two feet tall then) surrounded by Marthankali plants and choose the ripest black berries and eat them. While Thaathi expertly picked out a handful and held them out to me, I would fend only for myself; picking and eating one berry at a time.
This memory does not pertain solely to my childhood. As teenagers, my cousins and I crashed Thaathi‘s place for summer vacations. Though we climbed mango trees and Jambakka trees all the time, going for walks around the property hunting for Marthankali was a tradition we enjoyed. Yeah, it was kind of like a family thing.
Even now, when I visit Thaathi we try and find time to go pluck Marthankali. Usually this absolutely adorable lady (whom I callΒ Thaathi) plucks them beforehand anticipating a shortage of time. I am not going to deny it, I love the fact that she does what she does! A handful of Marthankali pretty much makes my visit to Thaathi’s place complete. Forever and always!
So.. that’s pretty much what I wanted to share with you guys!
More to say later. Cheers!!
I have never seen this kind of a berry!
Thank you for sharing a wonderful memory π
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Now you know!
Thanks for reading Rashmi. π
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Yup, now I do! I will look out for this in my next visit! π
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I hope you find it! π Take care. Hugs.
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Wow Visakha ! Nicely detailed out !
I have heard about this berry, but haven’t tasted it..How does it taste by the way ? π
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Uh oh! I was expecting that question. I really don’t know how to describe taste! But I guess its on the sweet side. π
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Great to know ! π
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Never heard about this stuff. My thing was always manjadi
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You can’t eat Manjadi! π
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I know that Visakha. This stuff is what adorns my childhood nostalgia. Used to collect them happily and save it but sadly I lost it π¦
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Aah! We have kept ours safe in a tiny bottle. Should be here somewhere. π
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And you are a Mallu right? Why thaathi?
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Tam Brahm born and brought up in Kerala to be precise. π
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Oh
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Nice memories! The berries look beautiful. There’s no place like Grandma’s house! Thanks for sharing your memories!
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Glad to share with folks like you Doc! π
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Very beautiful memories. I’ve eaten those berries, but I don’t know whether they are the same. They taste sweet-sour, if I’m correct.
Thanks for sharing. Seeing your nostalgia return, I think or I may presume, I was a little responsible for that.
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Of course you’re thinking right! Your poem had everything to do with this. π
And yes, the berries are sweet-sour!
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You can keep my poem in your diary page if you want. I believe these memories are so full of positive thoughts that they bring you out of any sadness that’s perturbing us.:)
I’m glad you read it because I think you don’t like poetry. Thanks.:)
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Thank you Kaush! I shall keep your poem safe! π
And hey, I love reading poetry! Its just that I don’t write poems too well!
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We all not here to become Shakespeare and nor we can be if we try to. We all are here to learn and enjoy. And why judge. Yourself on this? Are you giving any examination here? Just write whatever you want to- be it poetry
Or anything.
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Hehe! Nothing so serious to deliberate over really! I just prefer writing prose to poetry. That’s all. π
If and when I feel like it I do pen some lines down.
So no worries there. Good day to you! π
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Haha:)
Good day to you too.
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Childhood memories are like we were on another planet right?so special π
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True! π
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Oh my god! I cherish enjoying those berries in my childhood too though it was rare. They sell it packed in leaves here in Mumbai !
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Oh wow! Selling it eh!? Looks like somebody put a price tag on my childhood! π
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I have tasted this berry. They call it mukunya here. I am saving your post for reading it later. Came here to generate pingback for an award. π
Love and light β€
Anand π
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Awww!! Thanks a tonne Anand! :-*
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