13- Nov- 2016:
I am in mid 30's and I am one of those gifted woman and girl who has been blessed with home made food everyday from my mother. My home is nearly 1.5 hours from my place of study/class.
Every morning, the active lady of the home, for her age, who has arthritis for nearly 20 years now, due to her weakness and pain in legs, does not stop to do work as usual actively, even though her legs demand rest every now and then.
Off late, these days it has been like I get up even before her and prepare the daily morning kanji (porridge kind of health drink) and keep it ready for her with 2 monaco biscuits. By the time this is ready, she wakes up and is freshened.
Sipping and relishing the everyday morning the kanji with her, accompanying her for a short walk in terrace gazing the early sunshine and doing some breathing practices, feeding the remaining rice of previous day to our friends, I mean doves in the terrace, watering plants all go hand in hand within a span of 30 minutes.
It is then all the running starts once you come down from terrace. Getting ready for the class and helping her with cooking, cutting vegetables, doing daily worship etc. go on for the next 1 hour. The fragrance and aroma of her cooking right from the time she places the vessel on the gas flame continues to surround the kitchen and wakes up my brother (who works late) by that time.
As I finish helping her and get ready for the class, nevertheless of her leg pain even for standing an hour, after a 5 minutes sit up and a sip of lemon juice (for her giddiness), she starts packing up something for me. Though I say, its not necessary at times, she says that have this as a quick bite and then have something else, if you need.
It is the same usual stuff she packs up and I demand everyday. Yes, it is curd rice and pickle or curd rice with a vegetable for my lunch. Despite so many restaurants in the town, or near by class, considering my travel back home after the class and sometimes when I feel to take something for a change for outside food, my stomach still demands this lunch.
Probably by now, I have got addicted to her food and have also got an interest to cook, because of her and perhaps due to my necessity to cook after leaving the country for few years.
Letters, thank note, post cards might have been out dated. But, nothing can replace your thoughts and feelings expressed in one such letter for as simple as a curd rice but so divine and lovable from a mother's hand.
She does not consider as a pain or additional thing to do after standing long enough due to her leg pain, but says you have helped me 50% in cooking, so I don't have trouble packing. This little word keeps me away from guilt.
ME and my BROTHER are so gifted not only to relish the food, but also her innocence, her love, her simplicity, her talent, her deep knowledge, her memory (for her age),her care and perhaps a 200 percent of her patience.
Now comes the part of relishing this curd rice, after the class, travelling in local train and eating this stuff to the maximum satisfaction enjoying and watching the lake side and super airy breeze in the speed of train.
Do I need to mention the speed in which I finish the curd rice? ;)
I am in mid 30's and I am one of those gifted woman and girl who has been blessed with home made food everyday from my mother. My home is nearly 1.5 hours from my place of study/class.
Every morning, the active lady of the home, for her age, who has arthritis for nearly 20 years now, due to her weakness and pain in legs, does not stop to do work as usual actively, even though her legs demand rest every now and then.
Off late, these days it has been like I get up even before her and prepare the daily morning kanji (porridge kind of health drink) and keep it ready for her with 2 monaco biscuits. By the time this is ready, she wakes up and is freshened.
Sipping and relishing the everyday morning the kanji with her, accompanying her for a short walk in terrace gazing the early sunshine and doing some breathing practices, feeding the remaining rice of previous day to our friends, I mean doves in the terrace, watering plants all go hand in hand within a span of 30 minutes.
It is then all the running starts once you come down from terrace. Getting ready for the class and helping her with cooking, cutting vegetables, doing daily worship etc. go on for the next 1 hour. The fragrance and aroma of her cooking right from the time she places the vessel on the gas flame continues to surround the kitchen and wakes up my brother (who works late) by that time.
As I finish helping her and get ready for the class, nevertheless of her leg pain even for standing an hour, after a 5 minutes sit up and a sip of lemon juice (for her giddiness), she starts packing up something for me. Though I say, its not necessary at times, she says that have this as a quick bite and then have something else, if you need.
It is the same usual stuff she packs up and I demand everyday. Yes, it is curd rice and pickle or curd rice with a vegetable for my lunch. Despite so many restaurants in the town, or near by class, considering my travel back home after the class and sometimes when I feel to take something for a change for outside food, my stomach still demands this lunch.
Probably by now, I have got addicted to her food and have also got an interest to cook, because of her and perhaps due to my necessity to cook after leaving the country for few years.
Letters, thank note, post cards might have been out dated. But, nothing can replace your thoughts and feelings expressed in one such letter for as simple as a curd rice but so divine and lovable from a mother's hand.
She does not consider as a pain or additional thing to do after standing long enough due to her leg pain, but says you have helped me 50% in cooking, so I don't have trouble packing. This little word keeps me away from guilt.
ME and my BROTHER are so gifted not only to relish the food, but also her innocence, her love, her simplicity, her talent, her deep knowledge, her memory (for her age),her care and perhaps a 200 percent of her patience.
Now comes the part of relishing this curd rice, after the class, travelling in local train and eating this stuff to the maximum satisfaction enjoying and watching the lake side and super airy breeze in the speed of train.
Do I need to mention the speed in which I finish the curd rice? ;)
