Delicious Therapies

 

Delicious Therapies

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After getting back from tuition classes in the late evening. My energy is drained off, and I feel exhausted. I put my school bag in my room and relaxed on the couch. Slowly my mind says, “Nithin! Why don’t you watch cartoons for some time?” And gradually I put cartoon channels on my television and start watching. Looking at those, my mind feels relaxed. The clock keeps ticking and gets nearer to dinnertime. Hunger pangs start to generate inside me.😋 I slowly take a few steps into the kitchen, where my queen is preparing dinner. Stand beside my mother and take a peek into the utensils, but still the main dish is being cooked. Mamma said, “Beta! Bring that stool here and sit.” I followed her sweet order. I took a seat, and my mamma now asks, “I know you are feeling hungry; till then, say, beta, how was your day?” And there our pretty conversations start. 😍 I start to narrate all the tasks and activities that I did that day. I swing on the stool, smile, laugh, and slowly start to jump in between the conversations. Now Mamma replies, and our conversation lasts so long that I forget my hunger and immerse myself in the beautiful smile of my mamma.

The sound of her bangles while rolling roti dough was like rhythm. For every question and answer, one roti was cooked, parallelly she was preparing sabzi. And transferring into a chota katori, I gently jumped out and waited for her order, which was “Beta, bring the plates on to the dining table,” and placed plates on the dining table platform and divided rotis for all our family members. Mamma then used to put katori’s in each plate and bring them to the dining table. She called my daddy, and I used to bring my grandparents and sister. Delightful and delicious those dinners were. Soon after I washed my hands and dried my mouth with the hem of mamma’s saree. Thereafter, she put us to sleep and left.

Now, all those days are rare. I come home after office work, completing hectic work and looping in a mechanical life. As I reach home, a single plate is left on the table for me and all the rest are already sleeping. Me alone eating like a robot. Even though the food was delicious, it didn't feel so. When I recollect those times, I realize those chats with my mamma in the kitchen and family dinners were not so just memories, but effective therapies for a happy life and mental peace. I wish I’d get back those days now. 

- Nithin Kasuba