I’m a sucker for shiny, new things. Antiques especially leave me cold. Wandering through Kochi’s Jew Town—where
I’m a sucker for shiny, new things. Antiques especially leave me cold. Wandering through Kochi’s Jew Town—whereevery second shop trades in ‘junk’—I was arrested by the cheerfully utilitarian display at C.K. Prabhakaran’s , a spice shop. The stuff was clearly good and dirt-cheap too. Embarrassing amounts of nutmeg, mace, cinnamon, peppercorns (black and green) and vanilla pods were promptly purchased. Where was I going to put it all? I needed my own spice box. I asked for one at Crafters. They only kept old ones—gnarled and varnished entities from a bygone era. “But I want something I can use.” They could get me one, they said. Minutes later this rubber wood beauty was presented to me. Damage: Rs 300.