Love in the heart and twinkle in the eyes 🥰😇

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 There are days when in hostel visiting my friend’s home and their mothers serve food. They do it with so much love and twinkle in their eyes. Each bite filling the heart with gratitude!!

That Saturday afternoon I was having the long, long conversation with Appa about my longings. The last one that which remained unsatisfied was Halbai (Rice Fudge) I had told him and once the talk ended, the aroma of ghee, jaggery, elaichi, saffron blended in the air made me simply follow it. I saw this man standing before the Kadai making the rice fudge! The very sight brought the images of those mothers.

    I just climbed the slab, sat before the Kadai, licking the tempting mixture every 2 minutes.
The gloomy kitchen, my man and the rice fudge became the warmest memory. Thinking of coming tomorrow's where I would share this with my new coffee partner during our coffee talks had just thrilled me😍🤗



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