Once I and papa were alone at home, mom and sister had gone to our native place. It was very rare for such a thing to happen, but well it was pretty memorable one.
Back then ordering from restaurant was not a thing. We used to get occasional junks, chicken chilly was my favorite. I used to await for those occasions, well this was one such opportunity I had thought, Unfortunately my dad thought of cooking some food at home. The staple food we used to have was rice, dal, some veggies and roti.
I was disappointed already, seeing that not only am not getting the 'occasional' food but papa was cooking it at home. I had never seen him cook, I did not dare say anything in front of him. Yes papa was very friendly with me, but I had seen his angry avatar as well, it could get real scary. As a kid, if I dare to generalize this almost all the kids of any generation would think parents can get unreasonably pissed off. I smiled showed my terror in form of excitement on what was coming, well yes your emotions get misplaced at wrong moments.
Lunch was served.
I gulped it all, it was in fact good. I loved it I ate more, not realizing it was limited. So as parents' do my father ate less than what I did, I think he was pretty happy and already was imagining the Chef hat on him. The obvious happened later that day.
I had stomach ache, I fell sick. Papa had a peculiar expression, like, well I can understand that reaction of his now. Kids are better left to mothers, they should have a tag around them saying 'don't even try, just leave it to mom'. Well I say this by experience, now that I have one of my own.
Mom came back and fixed me and I was good as new again.
I have this incident in my subconscious mind, every time I feel like cooking it just crops up. I miss him quite sometimes now, when am with my kid. We could have shared a few beers together, nah kidding, I don't think I could drink in front of him.
:'(
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