
During my school days there was one activity which increased my digestion. Whether I do it for half an hour or 2 hours, I would start feeling hungry. Neither it was sports nor watching television. It was studying. Even while doing homework, I would feel like munching within half an hour.
Every evening we used to study from 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm. During that time my mother, who was a teacher, would plan her next day’s classes. The table used to be full of books and other stationary. Mom, sister and myself would take one side each. There used be pin drop silence with all of us focusing on our work. Regardless of the food i had had till 7:00 pm, I would start feeling hungry by 7:30 pm. This used to happen only during studying. Every time I stood up mother would say “Have a fruit”. Overtime this used to get monotonous. My father used to go for walking at that time. He would return around 7:45 pm. He would always bring some or the other snacks. One of the things we used to enjoy was roasted peanuts. He would peel them, chop onions, prepare a nice mix and then serve us. Kitchen was next to the room where we used to study. If there was no sound of onion chopping we would start asking “Baba, what are you doing, there is so much silence in the kitchen”. But lo and behold he would bring something interesting.
Last week while returning from office, I saw a stall seeing roasted peanuts. It just reminded me of my school days and my father’s smiling face while bringing these snacks. Simple gestures like these make so much difference. They convince us that our dear ones are always with us. Here is another golden memory where my Baba(father) made things beautiful. Happy Father’s Day.








