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The Recharging Cup

It was one of those beautiful days when the weather was so nice that you just want to be outdoors. So I went for a walk with my Father. We came accross a gift shop where many cups were laid out. This cup got my attention. The slight curve reminded me that things are not always straight forward. I was lost in thoughts when Baba (father) said, “Lets buy it”. My father always understood what we wanted before we even spoke out our wishes. As if he was some sort of a mind reader. From then onwards he always served me tea or coffee in this cup. There was an amazing magic in tea or coffee made by him. It used to make all challenges simple. Whenever we were down because of studies or work, he would never pester us with questions but serve us his magical tea or coffee. The steaming cup with its aroma would relax our minds. After drinking it we felt, no matter how bad the situation is we will definitely be able to face it. We often used to say, we are recharged. This was one of the many things he did, where he managed to motivate us without any words.

He was a soccer fanatic. Watching a soccer match on television with him with a cup of coffee was as exciting as sitting in the stadium and cheering the team. His knowledge on Fifa world cup history was incomparable. Today is Father’s day and one of his favorite teams is playing. 2018 is the first world cup he is not with us. I have tried many recipes of tea and coffee but still haven’t been able to create his magic. Maybe it was the trust and affection, with which he used to make it, created the magic. Preparing tea for your near and dear ones is a simple gesture which has deep impact. It comforts us and makes us feel cared. It is not the expensive gifts but simple gestures like these which create everlasting impact. So the next time someone makes that tea or coffee for you, do remember to thank him or her for the recharging cup.

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The ultimate sporting experience

Tennis, chai and bhajia.

Tennis, chai and bhajia.

With US open finals today, the last grand slam of the year 2015 is coming to an end. I always enjoyed watching sports, be it Tennis, badminton or football. This is the reason, world cup soccer or olympics were almost like a festival at home. We used to have the meals ready before the matches. We used to wait for days before the opening ceremony. As a school girl I used to complete all my homework beforehand so that I could watch the opening ceremony. We used to watch the opening ceremonies live irrespective of the timezone they were held in. The effects used to be visible next day in school.

We inherited this love for games from my father. He was a an ardent sports lover with absolute devotion towards soccer. The effects of the game results were clearly visible on his mood. An average conversation during US open Tennis would be like this:

Me(just after returing from office): Hi Baba, how was your day?
Baba(With a sad face): There is a sad news
Me: What happened? Are you all right?
Baba: Serena Williams lost in the semi final.
Me: Oh! I understand.

During English Premier league if he was exceptionally silent on any morning, it simply meant his favourite team Arsenal didn’t do well. Even in front of Telivision he was as excited as if he was sitting live in the stadium. The kitchen would be ready with milk and biscuits. He would prepare tea or coffee during half time of soccer or commercial breaks. It used to be monsoon during US open and he used to get hot bhajias (onion fries). Watching any game with him used to be an ultimate sporting experience. Looking back that used be an amazing way of spending quality time with each other. Sports brings us togather and motivates us towards a fit life. As a school girl I used to be able to identify many flags with the country names after the opening ceremonies. It also encourages kids to go out and enjoy the weather even in this era of all the digital entertainment. But this enthusiasm for sports would not have been there in us without my father’s encouragement. Thanks baba for inculcating a nice hobby.