🍁 Turmeric Trails Through My Childhood

✉ Dear readers,

I hope this letter finds you wrapped in warmth. ❄️ When winter arrives, flu season quietly walks in with it. Some days feel lively and full of energy, and on others, even getting out of bed feels like a task, isn’t it? 

One of my favourite winter rituals is a simple cup of homemade turmeric milk. 🥛✨ Yes, you heard me right—warm milk with turmeric and just a pinch of black pepper. It tastes comforting, and the benefits are plenty… it helps digestion, boosts the immune system, reduces inflammation, and gently improves sleep quality. 

Every time I see turmeric, it instantly carries me back to my summer holidays in the village. 🌾 I can still picture myself with my cousins, walking towards the farm in the soft morning light. My uncle used to ask us to carry all the raw turmeric roots in those little boxes, and we rushed around with so much excitement, feeling as if we’d been trusted with the most important task in the world. Whoever finished first earned a bit of pocket money, and even though we competed fiercely, we always ended up sharing whatever we bought with each other. Those were such tender days. 💛 

I still remember the earthy, distinct aroma of the turmeric—covered in soil, warm in our little hands. 🌿 Such small moments have turned into lifelong treasures. 

As children, whenever we returned home with tiny scratches from playing all day, my mother and grandmother would lovingly apply turmeric to our wounds. 👵🏼💛 Somehow, it healed everything so quickly. During bath time, my grandmother mixed turmeric with milk cream and gently rubbed it on my skin—those simple, old remedies nourished me in ways I only understand now, and they remain close to my heart even today. 

Turmeric has endless benefits—healing, nourishing, aromatic—and quietly sits in our kitchen as one of the most precious spices passed down through generations. 🍯 

A simple spice, yet it carries a whole world of memories—of childhood laughter, gentle hands that healed us, and seasons that shaped who we are. 🍂 If your heart feels like sharing, I would love to read your stories. 

With warmth and love,

✍️ Raasi