Prawn spaghetti

She remembers a few words of malayalam. So she assumes that her real parents must be from Kerala.

Adopted when she was 2, from somewhere in Coimbatore. By european parents.

Phd in microchemistry. Now in india doing NGO work, for TB patients.

She still has to figure what she wants to do with her life. Continue research work or join WHO.

She cooked us seafood spaghetti, with prawns and clams.

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