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
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
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 🙂