It was lunch time. Warming and heating up the food, I called out for children. I had tough time getting them to the table. “Not hungry yet”, “It can’t be lunch time so early” were the recorded replies that I was played to.

Herding the sheep to the pen would be easier than getting two kids on a summer holiday for the lunch, I thought.

A few seconds later, I sat down for lunch, not waiting for the children that time. The sight of the peeping hot lunch had kicked off the ignition of the digestion machine inside. I was getting hungrier and was growing impatient with every passing second. Offering prayer before biting the morsel, I discovered that the prayer actually was a bit long! It was not coming to an end. It seemed to have got stretched!

Did it occur to you that we make such discoveries at the oddest situation, wont we? (reference: Eureka moment was in the bath tub)

Finally, the prayer ended and I attacked the food like a hungry bear. Few bites later, I heard the sizzling sound. ‘Sizzler for the lunch, someday’, I promised. Few more bites ahead, the sound was accompanied by the charred smell. Thanks to the sugar from the food that had scored a home run in my tummy by then. My thinking capacity was on road to restoration. Another discovery awaited me.

The sound and the smell were indigenous to my kitchen !

Pushing my chair back and leaving my bite in the plate, all at the same time, I dashed towards the kitchen. Turning the knob of the hob off and putting the vessel down from the hob, I turned to start the exhaust fan and the ceiling fan. I achieved this feat in less than 9.50 seconds!

How did I know that? I don’t know. I just thought it must have been 9.50 seconds because Usian Bolt’s world record is for 9.58 seconds . And I beat him. (No GST for thinking that way!) So pat on my back.

The hunger pangs had sent the “Bhaji“* to oblivion. Poor thing! It was left to face the high heat and bear the brunt.

Settling again in the chair, I elevated my status to an ‘athlete’. Munching on the food, I recollected that there was a left over “Aamati”** in the fridge. That called for another trip to the kitchen.

The cold world of fridge always has one or the other stale story to share.

I couldn’t recollect the location of the bowl of “Aamati”. After bending the neck at odd angles, I located it. Warm up exercise for the “athlete”! But I had the hurdles race there. The yogurt pot and soy milk tetra pack blocked my way.

‘I must live by sportsman’s spirit and clear all the hurdles’, I encouraged myself. And it worked! With the bowl of “Aamati” soon in my hands, I felt as if I was holding a prized trophy. The trophy needed some warmth before it could rest on the mantle inside my tummy. I honored it and was returning back to my plate.

The universe conspired to test my athlete status this time. In came the daughter riding on her skate board. Leaving it at the threshold of kitchen, she dashed straight to refill herself with glass of water. I had turned around to restart my lunch. Sensing some object on the ground, thanks to motherly instinct, I spotted the skate board just in time. Before fumbling over and letting Amati spring out of the bowl, I jumped. Landing safely on the ground, I had a sigh of relief. The ripples in Amati lasted for few more seconds more.

Wow…that was a long jump event, I reflected. Had it not turned this way, I wonder what lavish praises the skate board star would have received from me!

Settling back for lunch, I was ruminating the occasions when I engaged in “weight lifting”. Many flashed in my mind, giving me sense of pride! Lifting up multiple bags from the market when I could not resist the lure of mangoes, watermelons and muskmelons all at same time, along with regular supplies of fruits and vegetables, was one of the regular events. Flying back to India from abroad on annual vacation was another scintillating achievement in this category. Lifting the bags packed to the brim, sometimes bordering on defying the seams, from the luggage belt doesn’t has any parallel!

I was about to confer the title of “Track & Field Queen” with full State honour, on me. I was flying too high into my simile world of athletics.

Aai***, Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiii…. We are hungry”, came the calling from a distant land. That brought me back to the table and face to face with two hungry souls! Gone was the track and field honor and the “athlete status”. In was the status “Can’t talk, Mother only”!

I think “mother only” status is all inclusive! Universal truth, I suppose. What’s your opinion?



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*Bhaji: A word from Marathi language. It means the dish made out of one or many vegetables.
**Aamati: Another Marathi word. It means “daal” in Hindi. Split pigeon pea is its main ingredient.
***Aai: One more Marathi word. It means mother.
Linking this post to Mother’s Day contest by Deepa Gandhi of KreativeMommy in association with Soul Srijan

20 Comments

Alok Singhal · May 15, 2018 at 11:51 pm

Mother’s job never ends – on and off the field! I guess that sums up your day 😊

    Anagha Yatin · May 16, 2018 at 7:40 am

    Absolutely! Believe its true for all the mothers.

    Anagha Yatin · May 16, 2018 at 7:48 am

    Thanks for visiting Alok.

Ramya Abhinand · May 16, 2018 at 7:48 am

Sigh.. the piping hot food , not for the mom I guess. But here is the story in my home.too. Feed the hungry souls, clear the leftovers from.tje fridge, meet the demands of their taste buds.And by the time we sit for food, there is no.piping hot food.

    Anagha Yatin · May 16, 2018 at 7:51 am

    And thats the reason why everyday should be Mother’s day!
    Thanks Ramya for visiting and sharing your story.

henajose · May 16, 2018 at 9:34 am

Loved your transformation to Usain Bolt…nice humor

    Anagha Yatin · May 16, 2018 at 10:15 am

    Thanks Heena for visiting and appreciating

Anita · May 16, 2018 at 9:48 am

Humorous account. Well narrated.
Can identify!
Moms can beat Usain Bolt & dodge skate-boards 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · May 16, 2018 at 10:17 am

    Thanks Anita for visiting and for encouraging words.
    Glad it resonated well with you.

Esha M Dutta · May 16, 2018 at 11:12 am

Lovely account of a mommy’s tale! I can relate to it very well, Anagha. Same story everywhere, I guess. 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · May 16, 2018 at 11:45 am

    Thanks Esha for visiting and appreciation.
    Universal truth, as u say.

syncwithdeep · May 16, 2018 at 11:23 am

beautifully said with lovely memories of mom and food.

Aditya Mohanty · May 16, 2018 at 12:34 pm

Mama I love you …

pratikshya2 · May 16, 2018 at 2:44 pm

Haha. Hilarious account. Anything can happen at homes especially when kids are around in summertime.
I like the humour in your voice here.

Jyoti Babel · May 16, 2018 at 5:14 pm

Wow! how you put the mundane things into such beautiful prose. Loved reading it thoroughly!

GAYATHRI SHARMA · May 16, 2018 at 6:06 pm

loved story narration mam

pushpendra پُشپیندر (@pushpendra4acti) · May 16, 2018 at 7:29 pm

thoughtful interesting story telling

रजनीश के झा · May 16, 2018 at 7:45 pm

प्रभावी !!!
शुभकामना
आर्यावर्त

Sachin Baikar · May 16, 2018 at 9:08 pm

Nice one 👍 Anagha
Sounded like second part of your Juggling Frogs story ☺

Thanks for sharing 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · May 17, 2018 at 10:29 am

    Oh you remember that! So very touched by this kind gesture.
    Thank you so much Sachin for visiting.
    Juggling of frogs is omnipresent and is timeless and never goes off the air…

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