Why can’t you just ask for normal things mum…was my knee-jerk reaction (both internally and externally).
In spite of the protest, I knew inside that once again, this is one of those presents that’s meant for my benefit, rather than hers.
In truth, rolling the perfect chappati and making toor daal (lentils) the way my mother does, has been on my to-do list for a very long time. It just somehow keeps falling to the bottom.
When it comes to the conflicting priorities of managing career, commuting, catching up with friends and cooking like my mother, I seem to always let that last one slip.
She obviously hasn’t; I guess that’s why she’s now resorting to stealthy tactics. This is one of those funny predicaments faced by those trying to straddle the weight of upholding a traditional culture with modern life.
On the one hand, I want to be able to roll a killer-chappati that inflates like a balloon and is both soft and fluffy. But on the other, I just want to watch the next episode of House of Cards after a day at work.
It is a constant battle. At least for this week, the birthday bribe is enough of an incentive for me to opt for the former.