Epicurean's dream

Come August, and in Orissa they say-Its Elysian fields.

The murky sky, the Spiteful rivers in spate, The rainy-brainy-cycle-dashers, the seeping lackadaisical verve :), the father returning drenched and the lil' kids reaching for the towel and searching for the marshmallow, the impudent son wandering off cantankerously..........and it goes on Among some of my favorite memories are the Elysian Ilisis (Hilsa) that are pricey yet ubiquitous at those times. The Sunday would begin with Dad and mom sipping tea and the kids (me and my big bro) rushing to the refrigerator for sweets/the kitchen cupboard for nuts and flakes.Dad would being narrating "his days"-The energy, the climate...and would finally come to food.Mom picks up and just brings fish into the limelight.After some animation and decisions on the amount to be brought-Dad sets off to the Fish depot(usually taking my bro alongwith in his erstwhile Bajaj Chetak :( ).The welcoming of dad was just like a victor and Mom in the mean time would get ready and begin the kitchen affairs of the day.We, the lil' ones spent the morning running some onion/garlic errands ,reading papers, and ear-gasm-ing at Rangoli(aired at DD).

Dad, although being a busy doctor would ensure that he calls us and enquires about the cooking progress !!!.At 1:00 PM bliss was served on the platter.............

Missing those days and the table histrionics of My dad , My bro and My mom