.A letter to my siblings
It’s mummy’s birthday today and I’m awash with a kaleidoscope
of memories- childhood memories that celebrate our family life! For mummy every
day was a day to celebrate and she did it with so much zest. She was aptly
nicknamed Papa and when I think of that it brings out the child in me and I
feel like giggling, remembering how she enjoyed nursery rhymes and fairy tales
even in her adult life! Mummy considered a birthday in the family as a red
letter day and a day to be celebrated. A celebration should have the
accompaniments of food, frolic and fun. So on her birthday, in remembrance of
her, let’s celebrate with a ‘mocktale’ of food[all those sinfully delicious sweets and savouries she so often made] with rhymes, just for some fun …..
Mummy Dearest’s Yummy Zest, Tummy Fest…..
Globjarm, Halwa, Mysorepak
You made us as happy as a lark.
When our hunger pangs struck
Down went your existence luck.
Globjarm, Halwa, Mysorepak
Pat-a-thattai,pat-a-thattai, mummy’s fingers
Fry us a thattai
as our greed lingers.
Pat it and fry it and mark it with
love and fuss,
And put it on a plate for Daddy and
us!
One, two, give us rava ladoo
Three, four, give us some more
Five, six, slurps and licks
Seven, eight, we relished and ate
Nine, ten, a satisfied yen!
Karachevu Ottupakada sat on the snack rack
Karachevu Ottupakada tempted us, a
greedy pack.
All of the rack’s height and all of
our will-power
Couldn’t keep Karachevu Ottupakada from us far.
Muruku, Cheedai quite crunchy
What makes you tasty so?
Your refill requests and mummy’s
culinary quests
And her kids’ satisfaction all aglow!
