Remember those days
Remember those moments
Sometimes with love
Sometimes with fake anger
Sometimes with a expression of begging
and sometimes with an attitude of praying
You asked me
to learn
to make rotis
round roties
round like the earth or may be like the universe
Dear Maa,
each time
I avoided your words
Neglected your quests
Ignored your feelings
Shattered your expectations
I thought I was crossing your imagination
that somewhere prisoned
with relations
I thought Roties can be made easily
They are combination of flour and water
I only need to be right about proportion
But why didn’t you tell me
Round roties require much more than my prediction
They need balanced emotions
Heartfelt validation
Justified devotion
to each and every relation
Now
As I started
wearing your age,
it comes to my realization
round rotis
may take everything you earned
your sleep, your dream your successful imagination,
even little strength left in your bones
But
what they return
is
a smiling satisfaction
When your mother teaches you little things, may be preparing a meal, she inserts confidence, creativity inside you. When she made you to prepare meals for others she enriches you with feeling. you learned to love. When you allow yourself to serve a meal to your family members or friends you learned to care.
And when you received all these feeling as your inheritance I doubt Is there anything in this world that can irritate you…work load, failure in achieving professional goals, politics in your work place. Is there really anything?
I wish I should have learned make a rotis.
n.b. Maa is the hindi term to address mother. Roti is a indian food and used as a symbol for each small things you learn at home