This story happened when the monsoon had begun its march in the city, this year,  with baby steps. On one week end, around early evening, I was about to venture out to get my scooter from the service center. I was pleasantly surprised when the better half declared that he wished to join me.

For a moment or two I was lost in the memory trip, down the lane of our early courtship days, when we used to ride together. I was as high as a kite when he pointed to the overcast skies. We had a narrow dry window. From Eastman coloured reminiscing, to dark grey coloured present, the transition was fast but not so welcome by me. We then reached the service station in no time.

Finishing all the formalities, here I was riding the scooter on the way back home. Our calculations of the dry period failed by a huge margin. When we were half way through, the rains caught up with us. To be honest, I was rather waiting for this to happen. I had intentionally not taken the raincoat with me nor the umbrella.

I decided not to take shelter and go sailing on the road. Another surprise awaited me. Hubby dear who was riding pillion, seconded my choice. He broke into an old Hindi movie song. The pit-pit patter of the rain drops and I, gave him background score. By the time we reached home, we were drenched and dripping.

Another surprise disguised as shock awaited. When my daughter opened the door, we were greeted with thick fumes and the nostrils got the hint of hot oil. I was shocked. To make the things all the more intriguing, my daughter asked us to hang on in the living room and refrained us to take even a single step further. Panic and anxiety was about to reach zenith, in my mind. All nasty thoughts joined hands with conspiracy theories.

Before I could let my tongue loose, to vent out the volcanic eruption, my son emerged from kitchen. He held a platter of “Kanda Bhaji”* right in front of us. He had a twinkle in his eyes! I was surprised at this sudden presentation. The teenager boy whose relationship with kitchen was limited only to heating and re-heating food, using microwave, had stunned us with hot, spicy and tempting bolt!

After digging into ‘Kanda Bhajis’, I was full… Not only in literal sense! My heart was oozing with praises and pride for my son. The evening for me had delivered three surprises, all in a row.

Life can happen on unexpected evenings, I thought to myself, feeling soused. Sozzled me did not mind the mess in the kitchen nor the smoke-filled house, later! I was on a personal high as if I had one too many that day!

The taste still lingers on…on my tongue and in my mind!



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*Kanda Bhaji: Its a MArathi word for “Pyaj Pakoda” (Hindi), Onion Fritters (English)
Linking this post to #FlvaoursomeTuesdays by Sunita Rajwade of Mumbai On High and Shilpa Gupte of Metanoia.

This is my first post for #BarAThon2018 Season3. The prompt used is “One Too Many


32 Comments

Varad · July 3, 2018 at 5:08 pm

Reminds me of the time when my sister and I embarked upon such an enterprise when we were quite young. To surprise our mom, we decided to make lemonade and bhel puri. Obviously, it ended in a gigantic disaster with an over spicy bhel puri and super bitter lemonade. 😛 But mom was pleased that we tried. Guess that mood lasted until she stepped into the messy kitchen 😀

Nice little anecdote, Anagha. Such highs can never be one too many.

    Anagha Yatin · July 3, 2018 at 5:25 pm

    That must have been the testiest Bhel Puri and the most refreshing lemonade ever made for your mother. This I can say, inspite of you stating it otherwise.
    Thanks for visiting and sharing a slice of your life Varad.

Rupali · July 3, 2018 at 5:49 pm

Wow kanda bhaji!

Rrohan Kachalia (@rohank01) · July 3, 2018 at 5:59 pm

That’s an amazing surprise one can ever get as a parent. I am sure the smiles and happiness would be endless, Anagha.

Sachin Baikar · July 3, 2018 at 8:38 pm

Nice surprise by your husband and kids. It seems that you had a great time with your family. I enjoyed reading this post 👍 Anagha. Thanks for sharing 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 5:23 pm

    Thanks Sachin. Sometimes the magic happens in every day life too!
    Thanks for visiting.

Bhavna Saurabh Sharma · July 3, 2018 at 9:21 pm

Sach !! Even I surprised my parents with this long back and I could still remember how happy they were. I wish you all many more moments filled with love and laughter as family <3

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 5:24 pm

    Thanks Bhavna for sharing the slice of your life and for the wishes. I am glad you paid visit to my blog.

Shalini Digvijay · July 3, 2018 at 10:37 pm

you need one too many kanda bhajjis today in mumbai

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 5:25 pm

    I know…but the boy is busy in studies and I’m busy reading and responding 😉
    Thanks Shalini for dropping by.

Sonia Chatterjee · July 3, 2018 at 11:18 pm

This article made me yearn for some bhajis now. I am sure you had a delightful experience just as I had a beautiful read.

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 5:27 pm

    Yes, Sonia…it will remain hot and peppy in my memory forever!
    Thanks for visiting.

Alana Mautone (@RamblinGarden) · July 4, 2018 at 3:02 am

I never surprised my Dad with a meal (I have never been much of a cook) and my son followed right in my footsteps. Well, at least neither of us tried to burn down the kitchen. This will be a wonderful memory for you for years to come.

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 5:38 pm

    Hahaha.
    I loved that Alana…”burning the kitchen down”. It reminded me of a poem my daughter used to recite. It was titled “Breakfast in bed” by Ken Nesbitt.
    Thanks for visiting and sharing your story.

BellyBytes · July 4, 2018 at 6:04 am

What a wonderful warm and spicy welcome after a rain drenched ride home . You’ve done a great job with the prompt and the link! Drool worthy indeed. Thanks for participating in #FlavoursomeTuesdays

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 5:55 pm

    Thanks Sunita.
    Everymonth I do look forward to FlavoursomeTuesdasys!

Natasha · July 4, 2018 at 7:24 am

What a sweet little anecdote. I was smiling through and through and yes craving kanda bhaji and getting drenched in the rain
Thank you for sharing your slice of life story Anagha 😊

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 6:01 pm

    Thanks Natasaha.

pushpendra پُشپیندر (@pushpendra4acti) · July 4, 2018 at 12:13 pm

delicious wordings mouth watering

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 6:10 pm

    Thank you Pushpendraji

writershilpa · July 4, 2018 at 1:55 pm

Such a sweet, romantic story, Anagha! Your little fellow has grown up! I think you should give him a free rein of your kitchen now. He will surprise you with more such yummies, I am sure!

You know, just the picture of kanda bhajis makes me wonder when I should make it! Will have to wait for some time as just yesterday I prepared batata wada! 😛

Thank you for joining us!

    Anagha Yatin · July 4, 2018 at 6:12 pm

    Absolutely right Shilpa. I should give the boy a free hand in kitchen…much to my delight! Thanks for suggesting this.

jaya1966 · July 4, 2018 at 7:33 pm

Hi Anagha,

I had read this post and in fact passed a comment also. Not sure why it did not appear. Wonderful when children give you sudden surprises. I am father to a mischievous twelve year old daughter and when she goes out with my wife to the market she always plans surprises for me. And it never fails to thrill me. I can understand how you felt when your son turned up with those delicacies.

Here is my barathon post for today. i e the second installment – lesser of two evils.

http://www.jaispoetryblog.com/2018/07/lesser-of-two-evils-commander-maritz.html

Cheers,
Jai

Jyotirmoy Sarkar · July 4, 2018 at 8:07 pm

The wishes of your romantic mind and your little bit expectations from the your children…both came true that day, A day when every wish came true….

I wish i could enjoy the rain just like you, but cant…coz i dont have such a loving wife…till now.

Another interesting part i found in this post is..”Kanda Bhaji”…this item is so common with rain, here in Bengal its called “Peyanjee” or “Peyanj Bora”

Anshu Bhojnagarwala · July 5, 2018 at 3:14 pm

Wow.. What a tale of romance and gluttony. A good read anagha. Will wait for my daughter to grow up so that I can also expect such treats from her.

    Anagha Yatin · July 5, 2018 at 3:56 pm

    Amen Anshu!
    Thanks for visiting

Akshata Ram · July 5, 2018 at 4:55 pm

That was such a sweet gesture by your kids and I am sure you loved the romance in rain with hubby

Mayuri Nidigallu · July 6, 2018 at 6:04 pm

I loved how you both created memories, and the kids surprised you both by creating a delicious one for you’ll. Wonderful post that had me smiling all the way through!

    Anagha Yatin · July 6, 2018 at 6:09 pm

    Thanks Mayuri. Joy of life, isn’t it? It always comes in small packets. And I am not complaining 😉

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