Being a Keralite, it’s rather unfortunate that my sister and I share a similar dislike for Idli, Dosa and coconut chutney, the trademark of south Indian cuisine. During our school days, there were idlis popping up from every nook and corner of our backyard. Courtesy: us 😛 . Even after all the nonplussed and innocent looks that we gave as kids, dad always knew. For him wasting food was a crime, it still is. I have to say even after 28 years of fatherhood, he is still very uptight.
It was Idli again for breakfast today. After struggling for 15 long minutes with two of them, I ran to the kitchen when I finally got a chance to throw them away. 28 years with my dad has taught me how to commit a perfect breakfast crime. As I lifted the crumbled newspaper bit from the dustbin to hide my Idli, to my surprise, I saw another one staring back at me. That’s when realization dawned, my sister was roaming around the kitchen few minutes earlier. I smiled and threw in mine to give the lone ranger some company!
No matter how many years pass by, somethings never change. And I am so glad they don’t.
My sincere apologies to
- Mr. Idli, Mrs. Dosa and Miss. Chutney
- All the Idli and Dosa lovers in this world.
And dad, I will always love you no matter what 🙂 . I must admit it feels so good to be back. I really really missed you guys 😦 .
Shruti.
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