Yum is a cup of tea from the Nescafe automatic vending machines in India. In Cardamom and Ginger flavors. Especially the one inside a decrepit plaza on Cathedral road. Tired from following Lavanya around as she shopped for clothes, the yelakka tea that the young boy filled into a plastic cup, turning the tap off with a stylish flourish was, well, yum.
Yum is the Sambar from Annapurna in Coimbatore. Matchless. Sorry Mom.
Yum is a Rahul Dravid on drive. Yummier was a wristy Azharuddin shot. But the match fixing left a bad taste in your mouth. Yummiest is a Sachin Tendulkar straight drive. And he knows it – watching him hold a pose after is a delight.
Yum is Mysore Pak by Mom. Krishna sweets can try all they want. Yum is also how she pronounces the letter M. I used to pronounce it Yum too, till Mrs. D’Souza told me otherwise in second grade. It was my mom’s money that sent me to that school so that I could be snooty and correct her.