With wet hair tied in a cotton towel brought from Mangalore, she scrapes her coconut. She’ll decide later what she’ll prepare, but now it is about her and her scraping. Her mother and before that, her grandmother, used to scrape coconut just this way. People ask her to try the wonders of ready-to-cook mixes, and coconut-milk coming out of tetra packs. She only smiles at the suggestion. You know she isn’t going to leave her scraper anytime soon.
Acrylic on Canvas
24’’x20’’