"Because," she said, "the god doesn't care about the modak . He comes home for this."
"You have a life," the old woman corrected. "The god is coming home. We must prepare his modak (sweet dumplings)." "Because," she said, "the god doesn't care about the modak
"Not so tight, Meera," her mother scolded gently, watching her daughter pinch the dough. "You are strangling him. The modak must look like a happy, fat belly." " she said