Ode to maasi's chai

I brought the green kaddu, an onion and some ginger and parked myself down on the soft carpet. It was too cold last night to stand and chop. We huddled together in the warm throw. He ran his hands through the slimy green kaddu and felt the flaky onion. Threw a few flakes of the peel around and giggled. Then his eyes fell on the knotty brown ginger and he lit up! He threw the throw, ran to the kitchen, opened the cutlery drawer high up, dug into the hidden treasures he can't yet see and brought out exactly what he wanted. Then he ran back to me and started furiously grating the ginger like he has seen his maasi do every morning. He, of two years and two months.