I have noticed some parents scold  their children more than they kiss  or hug them. Some parents are so busy in their every day life running around they forget to kiss or hold their children.

Sit back think, no one knows how long you are going be around them, make the most of it today…they are too venerable with the environment around today, they need regular assurances, they need their Jadu ki jappies. It’s like food you cannot eat the whole month’s meal today same you can’t take out one day to love your children and forget about them the rest of the month.

I personally don’t think any children get spoilt by kissing too much, I think they get spoilt by compensationing love with material things, deniel, not being stern when necessary and not telling them the truth when they are wrong. This theory I am very sure cause my parents hugged and kissed us a lot but never spoilt us just because they wanted to be popular or favourite among us.

For me one of the warmest person I know was my late grandfather Pannalal Patel, Dada as I call him. Dada was someone who continuously showered me with kisses and hugs. Old, fragile, almost deaf, could not walk properly but was always with the warmest smile and the most compassionate touch. When ever I visited Dada he would softly pull me towards him, put his hand on my forehead, kiss me several times on my cheeks and forehead and hug me as if I meant the world to him. That time I would just wanted to play so he would be still kissing me and I would have already start walking away, little did not know he would not be around for long. Had I knew it then, I would have waited for few extra minutes everyday to absorb more of his love.

When I read my grandfather ‘s autobiography, I realised that he had got all this warmth from his mother.  Dada had lost his father when he was few months old. His mother was his life and he was her existence. She was such a loving lady everyday in middle of all the hardships and problems she would make sure she kissed him and hugged him tightly. Dada’s mother died when he was only 10 years old. For the rest of the life this ophan boy had to fend for himself, many times life was not easy, he confesses during those hard times his mother’s memories helped him survive. His mother had loved him so much that those short 10 years lasted a lifetime for him. I think he had got so much from her that he was able to give more to all of us.

What a man! Apart from the amazing writer he is, he has taught me to love. He has taught me to express my love to my son everyday cause he use to do the same to all us.

When I see people meeting up in social parties kissing and hugging each other because it is a protocol, I wonder do they kiss their children enough or so often ?Next time when you are freely showering virtual kissi wali smilies in messages make sure you are generously kissing your children for real more than that.

Since I am writing about my grandfather he had mentioned when he lived all alone he cooked 3 things a Rajesthani kadhi, dal and rotla ( very thick  rotis)


Thus sharing the recipe of my style of Rajesthani Kadhi, in Dada’s loving memory.

Recipe : Rajesthani Kadhi with Spring onions

Serves 3

Ingredients :

2-3 bunch of green onions chopped

4-5 garlic cloves finely chopped ( yes! Lots of garlic)

1 inch ginger finely chopped

2 green chilies finely chopped

2 cloves

1 inch cinnamon stick

2 whole Kashmiri chilies

4-5 curry leaves

1 tbsp cumin seeds

1 tsp asataphodia

2 tsp chili powder

1 tsp turmeric powder

2 tbsp gram flour

500 ml buttermilk ( sour the better)

Salt to taste


Mix the buttermilk and gram flour in a container. Make sure there are no lumps. Keep aside.

Heat the oil in a pot, add the cumin seeds and asataphodia. Once the seeds splutter add the cloves, cinnamon stick, dried red chilies and curry leaves. Cook for few seconds.

Add the garlic, ginger and green chilies. Cook for about 2 minutes.

Add the spring onions, red chili powder and turmeric. Cook for 5 minutes or till the green onions are cooked.

To this add the butter milk mixture and let it simmer for 10 minutes

Serve with steamed rice.
That all, more next time, time to go and kiss my son 🙂


  1. You wrote about two of my favourite things. One a non-living thing, but providing immense pleasure & satisfaction, the kadi-rotla and the other a living – yes, still alive for me – loving, caring and still guiding me even after all these years of physical absence : Bapuji… great article…

  2. “I personally don’t think any children get spoilt by kissing too much, I think they get spoilt by compensationing love with material things” – I love this! ❤
    I agree completely, and I think if more parents realised the importance of giving their children love, hugs, and their time, we would see more well behaved, happy children.

  3. This recipe so good. I wanna to try :3 Thankies for visit my blog :3 Don’t forget to follow my blog.
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  4. I agree 1000% with you. Children have to be shown that they are loved by their parents and family. I think it helps them grow self confident and they can tackle differently the problems in life. Unfortunately, many parents confuse showing affection with just giving their children money and material things, instead of giving them from their time. Or they just want to compensate the not spending time with their children with giving money and material things.

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