The status has changed drastically now I am no more a mom at home but a working (and harrowed mom).
The imminent happened we moved from Mumbai to Delhi. The occasion was a wedding in the family, not that I care much for these functions but then it was my own sibling hence it was totally unavoidable. So I travelled with the little one in the tow and of course my woman Friday and landed in Delhi one the beautiful morning in February.
Delhi’s winter is actually at its best during the month on February. Reason, the temperature is not at a bone breaking low and not even high enough to give up your woollens and all the other smart winter wear.
So one fine February morning I landed in Delhi with my brood and baggage. My dad offered to pick me up and I grabbed the offer without flinching my eye. The journey from the station to house was not very eventful apart from the fact that I was sitting wide eyed with a gaping mouth wondering at the amount of development and changes have been done in Delhi thanks to the CWG.
Finally we reached my parents house, after a . The first thing which filled my senses was the aroma of food cooked by my mom.
‘Wow’ I thought ‘Rajma and chawal’ and rest of the sundry of course.
After taking a lavish bath and bathing my little one I sat down at the dining table to devour the yummy food made by my mom.
Before I continue I am very tempted to state a few and very interesting facts about the food made by moms.
1. Mom’s food is always the best.
2. It can never have any misbalance apart from ghee and butter
3. Kids can never find it tasteless or ‘not so good’, the whole world might
4. Food cooked by any other mom apart from yours is never up to the mark
5. A wife can never match up to the cooking mom does
Well after stating these facts I want to highlight the most important one that my mom’s food is the best.
Back to the dining table –
I sat eating and didn’t even calculate for how long. After I was finished with my food I was barely able to get up or walk around. Somehow I dragged myself out of the chair (poor thing had such a deep bump by the end of it that the cushion refused to get back into its original shape for good five minutes, even worst Mom sat there thinking if she was duped by the carpenter who fixed those some 20 years ago. ‘it never happened in all these years’. I gave her a resigned look and walked into my bedroom. I still have one in their house.
Sometimes it is very strange the family you have to stay with adopt for your whole life (aka. In laws) don’t have any space for you anyhow but your parents will always have your room preserved for life the way you would want it. I realised this when, while getting their house painted my parents called me to confirm the colour I would like to have in my room where as in my so called house things are done and twisted without even my getting to know about them.
But I guess I am a lucky one for whom things are not bad at all I am quite loved and appreciated by my in laws as well and I guess you have to resign to the fact that parents will always be parents. The status never changes.
Back in my freshly painted room in my favourite colour, I plopped myself in the bed held onto the pillow and dozed off –The rajma chawal effect.
I woke up to a steaming cup of tea. Not made to my taste but nevertheless good enough to get me out of the effect of the slumber, I just enjoyed.
Suddenly the air around the dining area was tensed and the hospitality and warmth of the afternoon was not so warm after all. I didn’t care much in the beginning and kept enjoying my tea while looking at the usual antics of my son.
“You have come very late” said my mom in a tome which I have hated since a childhood. I lifted my eyebrows and thought what now, wondering how could mom have the same effect on me with her tone which she managed when I was 5...15 and now well a number not worth mentioning. I still felt like I have been caught with her favourite lipstick smeared on my lips.
“What happened” I tried to sound unaffected “Don’t we have to distribute cards and get the cocktails organised, there is so much confusion with everyone advising around”
“Phew” I thought, “Hey mom I will manage, you don’t worry”
I sat there for long thinking how would I............
