To get angry every-time I am not born stubborn. Its mom's
love and care toward her baby that makes me cry, yell, fight, throw plates and
still smile inside with a glass and mouth full of water as if no one is looking
at me.
It's common because it's a ritual in her kitchen as see
offer plates full of varieties of dishes
and leave no space in the plate to start the meal. Of course half of the
plates is filled with rice and every
bite of it contains at least two three husks in it and I can see it clearly
to shout every-time as I sit for meal.
I don't care it because I have varieties of curries along
with rice. She always fries half the same vegetable and boil the other half it
increase no of items cooked. Isn't it fun with meal? Whatever, it is the bowl
next to the plate that always spreads pleasure
smell of clarified butter (ghee) which I hate most and make me burst into tears. Finally, not the least she is habituated to
serve fresh crushed pickle which I care a lot. Every-time I sit for the meal I
look at the grinding stone and pop my tongue.
Today we got broad leaf
mustard fried, boiled and pickled. Where on earth you can get so much
different varieties of mustard in a meal plate at a time? Hail GOD! I am lucky
today no lentil bowl today. Now, I am at the table before the plate where
something is missing. It seems perfect but when anyone sits for a meal there is
always one or the other thing she miss
to serve. Fortunately, she never forget to serve rice as it's the main meal
served in every plates. Thanks, today she didn't offer glass of water. I don't
know when I will be shouting at her.
Damn it, I start my part from my plate as so do all and who
cares. Mom is so busy. Not only now, it's every-time. She doesn't love an idle
life as its devil's station. And in the meantime everyone can find her busy in the washbasin playing with dishes.
Hail again, who on earth gets one idle mother like her?
Finally, my eyes filled with tears and I say to myself oh my
lovely mom once I could repeat your part again. Now, who's going to serve all
of us in the table? Whatever and however you are we spend half this life so
with all those daily shouts and fights, love you how you are.
