Ammachi, what’s that?
That’s the grinding stone in a corner of our kitchen then. ithelped us make atta or rice flour.
How did you do it?
We would put handfuls of grain between the two stones. Bottom is stationary, upper can be rotated. Powdering is done when you move the stick round and round.
Must have taken ages. Seems painful.
Naaa. We used to tell stories or share our lives with one another. It was bonding.
Looks heavy. Guess it can’t be lifted by hand.
Naa. My mother used it to handle a man who wanted to harm her.
*Ammachi – grandmother, atta – wheat flour
*Friday Fictioneers is a talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Shaktiki Sharma
MULLINGSPICE 
Dear Sabina,
As one who has always taken her flour from a bag, this is an insightful story. I love a story that teaches me something new.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Simple and elegant.
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i love this.
A tale of when life was simple.
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I love the story telling aspect of this. I think a less hectic life leads to more work but also more sharing of time and self.
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Sounds like they have more than one use…
I like the idea of people bonding as they undertook the tedious task of grinding the flour.
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Yeah, that sounds about right. The bonding that takes place of the monotony makes the work better. Good job, Sabina. I’m getting hungry for some bread! 😀
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I like the part about telling stories while doing monotonous work. My parents and grandparents were masters at that.
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The nice homey conversation between grandma and grandchild sets up such a peaceful scene of the passing of of old ways to the young. Then comes the last line! Very good.
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Imagine the stories..if those grindstones could talk!
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This has a warm feeling to it despite the ending… love the story telling, and the understanding of what we miss with bagged flour (or the baked bread)
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A good natural tale, about strong ladies, I enjoyed it.
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I like this grandmother and her attitude. Company and good tales make the most monotonous work into fun. My gran told me about her mother’s generation who spun flax and linen. One woman would always read a story out loud while the others worked. Great story.
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A lovely and informative story, Sabina. I also learned something. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you very much!
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Thank you very much!
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You hit the nail on the head Mike.
My family is made of very strong ladies who weren’t afraid to face anything, including life’s hardships.
I am so thankful that you sensed the real nuance of my writing.
I am honored!
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The ending was just an incorporation of certain news I read recently and how a mere woman could become a tiger, when roused.
Thanks for reading!
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Oh you are awesome. You just about caught the music of my piece and what we are missing!
The last line was more of a tongue-in-cheek remark of what a woman is capable of, when pushed to the wall, literally!!!
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I had a whole host of relatives – uncles and aunts and granpas and grandmas who were also very adept in it!
Thanks for commenting!
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Yes, you hit the nail on the head. The bonding is what we are missing in today’s fast paced life!
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Mine, too.
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Thank you Rochelle. I always look for your approbation!
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Yep, exactly!
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Yep, exactly! Nothing is hard if it is made into fun!
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Grin! Absolutely!
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Thank you. Sorry for the late reply!
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Thanks for commenting. Sorry for the late reply. Didn’t see it!
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I am so sorry for late reply. Just saw it. thanks for reading and commenting!
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