Happy Times #together
Life is short and time is fleeting. Moments of today will become memories of tomorrow. So the best thing we can do is to create as many loving moments of togetherness as we can with our loved ones and cherish them forever. Let’s lose no time of companionship in anger or jealousy, as the time lost today can never be recovered. Regret and guilt are the worst feelings that corrupt a happy life. So let’s just reconcile our differences and be together, for one another. Time we spend with the family that god bestowed upon us, and that family which we chose for ourselves gives us the optimism and happiness we seek in life. After all, all we need in life is a sense of belonging.
I love family time. We usually have long talks together, especially on the terrace during power cuts and gossip over hot snacks. We playfully tease father for his alert sitting postures and weird facial expressions while watching a fight scene in a movie. I just love the hearty laughter we share as father does the leg pulling while mother gets ready for the colony ladies’ party. And when we sisters excitedly blabber about an upcoming wedding ceremony of a relative and plan a long shopping list, father jokingly says, ’I’ll go bankrupt.’ It’s hilarious. Otherwise they silently enjoy our tatter-tales.
Vacations and holidays are almost always full of excitement. The mornings start with me searching for a new breakfast recipe on the internet with complete enthusiasm and exhilaration. Then my sister joins in with high spirits. And as you know, enthusiasm is contagious; so by the time their ritualistic morning tea is done, mother and father get excited for it as well. I keep mentioning every now and then if this ingredient is available and if that jar is empty. Father soon gets ready to fetch the much needed items from the nearby shop, and mother plays the instructor while I chop and my sister fetches the things I constantly keep ordering her to. The entire process is so much fun. It feels like play time. But by the end of the cooking session it usually results in many cooks and a spoilt meal, as one of us fidgets with the microwave oven, another adds the salt and spices, another stirs and the last one adds the salt once again. The final episode is complete hullabaloo with either a burnt dish or a ruined taste.
Now-a-days I have handled this situation well. I manage the kitchen solely by myself, with occasional help from mother, whenever I’m preparing the dishes. My sister is happy with her task of clicking pictures of the food. ‘Why is it taking so much time? Is she preparing a banquet?’ father eventually comments unable to keep in his curiosity. And finally when we taste it, it is lip smacking. Anyways it’s time spent well together.
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