It seems like a near two months since Goddess had decided that H (lets call my lil sis that henceforth!!) needed her more than us here...and was gone...and I think God and i did a pretty decent job...I managed to get goign with "the art of cooking"...now dont expect me to start writing 'Cooking for dummies ' or go ahead and host a Devil's kitchen for you guys...you dont really need to know much of the art to do one of these anyway....But "decent" is what I would call myself...
I atleast knew that the garam masala dint really add a special taste to all the sabjis you made...and too much of puli* in the lemon rasam* made it real aweful...So you see..I got a hang of things...What if i hadnt found recipes that used a lot of what my mom had stocked up for us...We did go for a few refills...Thats how good we got..and it was a nice family experience...
Things got bad though when late work times would leave me in bed for good hours in the day...letting the poor man resort to his own culinary skills...I wonder if I expected too much in wanting him to serve a meal up himself coz I was dead...I did get up on most times...but on those occasional few..it felt like shit...With Goddess calling me long distance, just to let me know that I had failed them...That was mean..
It hurts to realise the clash in images of you; one in their mind and the other in yours...you surely want to be out and independent...And sometimes want to get out of that papa's girl image...How long would you still be called one...? I felt childish to be still treated like one..
And in that phase of cognition, it dawned; that at any point of time in life, one is more grown up than the other..No! the age's always one way...but the growth of thought is always gapped...Why else would they act innocent and fail to accept that I was an adult now..especially when I sure felt like one..?? Why else would he act a proud father about my cooking when I'd missed the salt many times but one..?? Why else would he wake me up to make the easy-to-make coffee, but do all the distilling for tea himself...??
It started as Papa's girl...and graduated to Girl's papa recently...
*puli - the tamil equivalent for tamarind..imli in hindi..forms a major part of many south indian dishes.
*rasam - a broth to be mixed with steamed rice while eating..mainly made up of tamarind water..and a specific ingredient is added to spice up the taste and differentiate the various kinds.
