Every morning a homemaker wakes up to answer the big question;
what’s on the menu today? She has to cook, keeping in mind the taste and
preferences of her family; the children’s demands; husband’s expectations and
diet of parents-in-law. A lot of planning has to be done the day before,
breakfast; lunch and dinner need to be well balanced. The execution of which
largely depends on the maid, her absence can spell disaster over the family! Being a homemaker is quite a task!
It was a bright Sunday morning; Sia kick started her day with
a morning walk. Her husband and kids had refused to join her; they wished to
catch up with some more sleep. Today she had decided to go out for breakfast
with her family, she longed for a break from kitchen work. She loved cooking
and experimenting with food but there were days when she just detested entering
the kitchen. Many times she would wonder; why on earth, did we eat three times
a day. She wished the human species should be re- programmed to experience
hunger pangs only once a day! Or maybe the night lasted for twelve more hours
so that, no one wakes up to ask for food.
After finishing her morning walk, Sia, her husband Vivek,
ten year old daughter Trisha and five year old son Arnav headed to a South
Indian restaurant. This family was crazy about good food, Sia being a good cook
had set a standard for their taste buds. Little Arnav relished the masala dosa,
his happiness was literally encapsulated in it. The rest savored idlis, vada and
upma. Vivek exclaimed ‘this is the best idli sambar I’ve ever had!’ Sia
retorted immediately ‘you said the same thing Vivek, when I had prepared them
at home last week.’ Vivek understood what she meant; he corrected himself ‘yes
dear! What I meant to say is that, this is as good as the ones you prepare at
home!’ Sunday was the only day Sia would get a break from cooking. She was
happy with the start and hoped the day would end well.
On their way back home Vivek got a call, it was his parents.
They were returning from their trip to Rameshwaram. They called to inform that
two of their relatives will be joining them for lunch. Vivek turned towards Sia
with a disappointed look, they had planned to go for a movie but now it seemed impossible. Sia was always prepared for the unexpected, she was
unpeturbed. This is what happens in every Indian family “Bagwan Mehmaan hota
hain” every guest should be treated like god.
Sia had a lot to do; her maid did not turn up. She cleaned
the house as fast as she could, her husband and children helped with the other
chores. She rushed to the grocery store to buy vegetables and other stuff. Back
home, she decided to make lemon rice, potato curry, cucumber salad, rasam and
curd rice.
By two in the afternoon Viveks parents arrived along with
the guests, his paternal uncle and aunt. They received a warm welcome from Sia
and Vivek, despite the inconvenience. The hungry and exhausted foursome sat at
the table, narrating about their trip to the children. Sia meanwhile served
lemon rice, cucumber salad and potato curry. While eating Vivek’s aunt remarked
‘the lemon rice is bland, cucumber salad needs more salt and the potatoes are
not well cooked!’ Sia was disheartened. Her mother-in-law added ‘Sia you must
have prepared the food in a hurry that’s the reason you haven’t done your
best’. Vivek felt sorry for Sia, the food was not as bad as his aunt had
described. He was angry but could not say much in their presence. Vivek’s
father and uncle on the other hand quietly finished their plates without
passing any judgments over her culinary skills. Hot fresh food was their
priority; they were not as fussy as their perfectionist counterparts. Trisha
whispered to her mother ‘Mom, you are used to such remarks, it should not bother
you anymore!’ Sia left the dining room, too pissed off to react or retort.
Post lunch, Arnav came to his mother and said ‘Mamma, you
are the best cook in the world! I loved the lemon rice and potato curry. You
have worked hard the entire day; you must be so tired now! Aren’t you? I will
take care of you, please rest for some time!’ Sia smiled. Arnav sat beside her
and said ‘let’s go out in the evening, I’m getting bored at home. I’ll wear my
favorite Spiderman shirt and orange shorts. Mamma you can wear that new kurta
you bought last week, you’ll look very pretty.’ ‘Ok my Prince I shall do that’
replied Sia. Arnav cupped her face in his tiny hands ‘If I’m your prince, then
you are my Queen mamma, pretty and beautiful!’ Tears rolled down her eyes, her efforts had gone in vain but on hearing such lovely words from
her child, she was more than happy! His appreciation and understanding were her Biggest Reward for the day!
