This is all
about Chikki and nothing Cheeky about it. I am back traversing those
childhood days as I prepare this in my kitchen.
Chikki was
one of our favourites, I mean for us -- brothers and sisters. Chikki was
sometimes cooked at home, that too when we requested our Thakur (cook) to make
some. I remember how on holidays we would run from our house to the little
shop, closeby, with coins in our fists tightly gripped so that it did not fall
out. The little shop was more than 500 yards away from home but in running from
here, our home to there, the shop, we would be panting as we reached our
destination. It was also sort of running a race in the interest of buying. None
of us ever felt tired from the run but got pleasure after buying the stuff and
then biting away enjoying the taste of gur (jaggery) and cheena badam (peanuts) balls.
