The sweetness of a childhood spent in Kerala. One that’s made of backyard variety of magic like the shy leaves of the touch-me-not plant, pockets full of manjadi kurus, the intimacy of kanmashi rituals that turn friends into sisters and eating all the sugar-soaked, deep-fried in grandmother’s indulgence things you want. Now crafted in handwoven stories, as never disappearing memories by Cuckoo.