
The Chakki
Marked by nostalgia for tradition as by a desire for culinary adventures.
The traditional chakki, often positioned at the heart of any household, was more than just a kitchen appliance; it was a symbol of heritage, culture, and the deep-rooted traditions of generations past. In its time-honored role, it served as a testament to the enduring connection between families and their culinary traditions. In an ever-growing cosmopolitan fabric of the city where multicultural interactions seep slowly into our food cultures and transform the taste buds of children and adults alike, here’s a product to bring home, for yourself or Nani Ma.
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Now, in the contemporary era, this modern interpretation of the chakki serves as a bridge across generations, helping you to vividly visualize and appreciate the stories and significance associated with the traditional grinder. It preserves the essence of those cherished moments when grandparents and parents used it to painstakingly grind spices and create mouthwatering recipes, infusing every dish with a unique, time-honored flavor.
It's light.
It's convertible.
it's modern.


The modern chakki stands as a beautiful intersection of tradition and innovation, preserving the narratives and importance of the traditional grinder for future generations to cherish and uphold as they embark on their culinary journeys, connecting the past with the present and inspiring a lasting appreciation for the art of spice grinding.

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The Early Morning Tunes
Early one morning, just like every morning. Maa woke up well before sunrise to begin preparations for the day’s meal. It was a complete ritual in itself the grains were ground, so were masalas, the vegetables cut, the dough made and so much more.
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The sun wasn’t quite out yet, there was that one early Koyal she would hear in her Aangan.


Maa made her way to the Aangan and sat on her trusty stool, She got the grains out and poured them into her mother-in-law’s beloved chakki. This particular chakki has been in the family for generations and cried for a replacement, Maa believed her husband was too scared of his mother to change it, and honestly, so was she.
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It was a crisp morning and the rest of the household would take a little longer to get out of bed.
But since Maa was up already she began grinding the grains slowly on her own. As the grains turned a gentle periodic hum of the stones grinding slowly began to fill the house.
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Maa took the grains and the floor out poured in some fresh pepper and began grinding again, the sun still wasn’t up yet.


To drive away sleep, she softly began humming a tune her grandmother would sing, as a little Maa helped her every morning. The words poured out of her slowly, just as a dark figure appeared on the terrace behind her.
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Maa, unaware and immersed in her song began to sing just as the dark figure leaned into an open window.
Song ( Maa Singing..)
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“ kharar kharar khode re bhai, Yanha wanha dekhe re bhai”
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“Oh brother he digs and digs, oh brother here and there he looks.
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Her word carried by the gentle breeze must have reached the neighboring terrace because the man now climbing into the window froze for a second and listened carefully.


And as if sudden realization had just hit him, he bolted from the terrace and vanished into the night.
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Maa never really knew this but she had saved her neighbors from a thief that night.
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The End