26th Nov — 2nd Dec 2018

خوشنما آھساس Khushnima Ahsas
This is typical sindhi word, whose English equivalent, i am not able to trace. And I find it very appropriate for above picture as well as for my following story.
When Mummy is around, i feel this “Khushnima Ahsas” in our atmosphere. And this feeling gets enhanced when Mummy makes or rather helps in making her old dishes. Here is brief tour of this week menu.
On Monday night, we had great pleasure of enjoying her Karela made in onions with ti-Daal. This dish took me back to Ghatkopar in late 60`s when we would over eat, or say binge eat. Lali, Sanji, Myself will sit on floor of kitchen with our plates, as mummy will roll chapatis and keep feeding us. Because rotis will be hot, I would always end up one-two roti more than my hunger’s demand. After long time same feeling is back. In last two weeks I must have put on some extra weight. Instead of on eating one roti, I am eating 2/3 roties.
Someone from Muskan office asked her to make ‘bea-aaloo’. Wow, what a demand. With Mummy’s help and her recipe she made ‘tairi and bea-aaloo’ the way we used to enjoy. I eat lunch and dinner to fullfill craving, which ofcourse never get fulfilled. And everyone in planeti enjoyed it. Muskan is getting famous there for her culinary skills. She is popular for Kali daal, now bea-aaloo.
Turi is a humble vegetable. When muskan makes it, that is ‘turi-daal ki sabji’, it is bright and properly cooked, delicious. And when Mummy cooks, it is dark, very tasty and superb. And along with this comes long past experiences of enjoyment memory.
And when I thought, week is over, mummy has supervised lot of cooking, so do not expect more, but she came out with one more item. It was blast from the past. Dahi wade! Muskan loves to make softest possible dahi wade, whereas mummy makes bit hard but high in masala etc.
I had kept ‘Changu – Mangu’ pet name of ‘Akki – Kash.’ They used to love it specially when we went out for drive. I told Kabir that you are son of Mangu, so he should be named Mangulal. Our Kabir dislikes to be called anything else. He is very much rigid in that sense. You speak with him only in English, no Hindi or Sindhi words. Call him Kabir only. Now, I have few pet names for Kabir. So whenever I call him, ‘Chutki ke bhai’, ‘Mangulal’, ‘Mungerilal’, ‘Khushiram’, ‘Captain America’ etc he ignores it, waiting for me to call him Kabir.
But when he is in mood, he calls his father ‘Mangu’ as loud as he can. Then he gives his mischievous smile.
Now what should we make of this?