“Dearie, look up there at the sky! See, there is the moon!”
“Moon! Moon! Moon!”
“Shall we eat the moon?”
The little girl opens her mouth wide, and her father proceeds to grab the moon from the sky and put it into her mouth.
“Gulp it down quickly!”
“Yesterday, after you ate the moon, it got so dark outside. There were people looking for the moon, you know? Two of them came to our house and asked if we had seen the moon. I told them I knew nothing about it.”
“Now, go to bed. If you go out, you’ll glow. People will think you are the moon.”
This happens almost every day at our place, with almost the same reactions from Bubboo and almost the same dialogues by her father. It is the cutest thing I ever saw.
Little carts with striped awnings are quite a common sight on the streets of Istanbul, the OH tells me. These carts largely sell boiled corn and smoked water chestnuts, the latter known locally as ‘Kestane’. I am guessing this is a winter thing, and that the corn and water chestnuts will soon be replaced by some other delicacies as summer sets in.
The OH knew that I would have wanted to try out the Kestane, had I been with him. He was quick to grab a bag of raw chestnuts from a nearby departmental store, to carry back home with him, in spite of being subjected to ridicule by his colleagues, he tells me. Just hearing that made my day, for obvious reasons.
One of the perks of having a husband who travels a lot on work is that you get to see the places you might never have thought about earlier, through his eyes. That, and the fact that you get souvenirs of all kinds, from all of these places, water chestnuts included.
For my benefit, the OH went on to take a few close-up shots of the cart, again only to be subjected to ridicule by his colleagues, so that I could know exactly how the chestnuts were cooked – on a charcoal fire. Apparently, there are no trash cans around and the peels left over after the smoked chestnuts have been eaten are added to the hot coals in the grate. They then create energy to cook more chestnuts.
The water chestnuts that the OH got home gave us the perfect opportunity to fire up the Rajasthani charcoal stove that we had picked up ages ago at a fair in Chitrakala Parishath, Bangalore, but never used. We set up the stove in our balcony, kindled the fire, smoked the chestnuts, and went on to hog them. They tasted delicious – sweet and smoky and very different in taste from the singodaaka singhada aka Indian water chestnut. Thanks to the Internet, I now understand that the singoda and this water chestnut come from different plants, and are not the same. This is the water chestnut that is used in the preparation of several Chinese dishes, and not singoda.
It was a beautiful experience to shell these chestnuts and eat the sweet kernels, enjoying the warmth of them in our hands just when the evening had started to get chilly. I can see why they are a favourite snack out of India on winter evenings – as I have read in quite a few books. I just love it when books and real life intersect like that!
I can only imagine how beautiful it would be to sit with the OH on a bench overlooking the busy Turkish street where he bought the water chestnuts from, eating them out of a paper cone. Some day…
My love affair with Turkey – Istanbul in particular – started quite a few years back, when I was working with a huge corporate, and I learnt that my colleagues from the Marketing team were headed to Istanbul as an incentive for achieving their sales targets. I was jealous, but more than that, I was intrigued by the place. It was then that I consciously began reading articles and blog posts and tidbits relating to Turkey – I didn’t do any research per se on the place, but listened with open ears whenever anyone had something to say about it. I attended Ruhaniyat a couple of years back just so I could see the whirling dervishes of Turkey in action. I read The Forty Rules Of Love just because the author was Turkish, and though I didn’t like the book much, it did get me intrigued by Turkey all over again. I saw loads of pictures of Istanbul, and knew that this was one of the many places I would definitely want to visit at least once in my life time. This post was written on a whim, inspired by my dream to visit Istanbul. So, I was more than a tad surprised when the OH announced, about a month back, that was expected to head to Istanbul for a work trip, soon. That is the trip I was talking about here.
Much as both of us would have liked it, there were several factors that prevented me and Bubboo from travelling along with him. Before he travelled, though, I made sure I downloaded all that I knew about Turkey onto him. He was utterly surprised to know that I knew a whole host of things about the place – from where one can go for a hot-air balloon ride to what souvenirs one can pick up there. I think it was then that he really understood how big a dream of mine it was to visit the place. “Next time, we’ll go to Turkey together,” I told the OH, “For now, you go. Experience the place for me. When you are back, tell me every single thing you did there in minute detail, so that I can see and feel the place through you.” And that is just what he did. The OH is now back from his trip, with loads of photos, experiences, memories, gifts, and things to tell me. Now, Istanbul doesn’t sound like all that distant a place. The OH’s visit there has made me crave even more to plan a trip there, and soon!
Now, I have bits and pieces of Istanbul in my home – hand-made soaps and perfume and evil eye souvenirs, and what not.
I have a box of baklava and one of Turkish delight sitting in my kitchen, waiting to be my post-lunch sweet treat.
Sultan Spice and Turkish Biryani Masala from Istanbul’s Spice Market occupy pride of place in my spice rack now. A packet of Turkish coffee waits to go into my coffee filter, for tomorrow morning. Chocolates, walnuts, dates, and hazelnuts travelled all the way from Turkey to my home, too, and I am still figuring out what to do with them. I have a bag of water chestnuts off the streets of Istanbul, waiting to be roasted and devoured in the afternoon.
Most of the souvenirs that the OH has picked up for me are of the foodie type, yes. He knows his wife a tad too well!
The foodie in me is very happy at the moment, content. The traveller in me is yearning, and wants a release for all the pent-up wanderlust in her.
Bubboo, why do you have to wriggle so when I put on your diaper? When you grow up and have a baby of your own, you will realise how difficult it is. Then, you will come and tell me, ‘Yes, Appa, it is so difficult to put a diaper on a wriggling baby.’
You know, when the doctor put you in my arms for the first time, you were so tiny. Appa asked her, ‘Cute baby?’, she said, ‘Yes!’. Appa asked her, ‘Naughty?’, and she said, ‘Not one bit!’. I met the doctor a few days ago, and she asked me, ‘Same cute baby?’, and I said, ‘Yes!’. The doctor asked me ‘Naughty?’, and I told her ‘500 times over, doctor!’
You are brilliant, babe. There’s no need for you to go to school.
Say ‘Decchu’ in that cute way of yours? (‘Decchu’ is what Bubboo calls her ‘dress’, BTW.)
Grow up a little more, and Amma will make yummy home-made pizzas for you, OK?
Don’t go out and find a boyfriend for yourself, OK? I’ll find a good guy for you!
These dialogues still melt my heart to a little puddle of mush every time I overhear them.
If you are wondering what on earth that is, let me tell you that it was the lullaby that the OH composed for Bubboo, while I was pregnant with her. Yes, you read that right!
Someone told us that pregnant women should keep listening to a particular song, and that the baby inside the tummy would hear it frequently and learn to get comforted by it. Apparently, after the baby is born, whenever he/she is cranky, he/she would immediately be soothed when the same song is played. I didn’t listen to much of music while I was pregnant (somehow it never happened frequently!). The OH decided to make up his own song for Bubboo-inside-my-tummy and would sing it softly to her every once in a while. I would tell him to remember the exact crazy lyrics that he was making up, because he would have to sing the very same thing after the baby’s birth, whenever he/she would get irritable. So, we kept practising at it, and both of us still remember the lyrics.😀
Does Bubboo remember any of this? I’m not sure. When she was a very tiny baby and would cry with colic or teething pains, the OH would croon his home-made lyrics to her, and she would give him a royally ‘Blah!’ look. We stopped trying after a bit.
This reminds me – I should ask the OH to sing the ‘lullaby’ again to Bubboo now, in his signature tune, and see how Madame reacts. Won’t that be fun, now?
You are growing up so, so, so fast, I can’t keep pace with you, with all the new things that you are learning and doing every day. I can’t believe you are going to be ONE next month!! Where exactly did the time fly?
Of late, you have learnt to crawl to me, wherever I am in the house, put your arms around my feet so that I am rooted to the spot and can’t move. Then, you look up at me with puppy-dog eyes or a goofy grin, as if to say ‘Lift me up, please na, Momma?’ How do I resist so much of sheer cuteness? I don’t, at least nine out of 10 times. I pick you up, hug you tight, and play with you till you are sated, and then move on to my chores.
The cuteness continues even after I lift you up. Then, you go to no one else. You want Momma all to yourself. Any attempt to extricate you from my arms is met with a turning away of the face, putting your arms around my neck, and patting me on the chest. The message is clear – ‘I will be here, nowhere else. I want to be with Momma now’.
You are not really a clingy baby. You love playing with your Appa and your grandparents for hours together. But then, there are times when you want me to be around. There are times when you just want to be cuddled by me, just like that. The way you communicate that makes me feel on top of the world, as if I am the princess of a very rich kingdom. You make me feel that way.
Sometimes, I am so busy trying to be my own person and being a mother to you that I end up looking like something even the cat wouldn’t drag in. Hair all out of place, eyebrows not done, face unwashed, and so on and so forth. You still have that special smile of yours for me. If that cannot make me feel special, what else will? You teach me to look beyond the exterior of a person, to what he/she really means to you.
I am so glad you are mine. I am grateful for this chance to mother you. I adore you for the unconditional love you shower on me.
May there be a lot more cuddles and hugs, in the times to come.
There’s this little grocery store in Mysore that sells ‘Chocolate Paan‘. That is what the shop calls it, at least. This is not the ordinary meetha-paan-with-chocolate-syrup-wrapped-in-a-betel-leaf that any paan centre anywhere can make for you. This is a proper chocolate – white chocolate, to be precise – filled with all the intricate flavours of a meetha paan. The white chocolate exterior is delicately sweetened, considering the sweetness of the meetha paan inside. To make it even more clear, the white chocolate shell contains a stuffing made of ground meetha paan.
Put it in your mouth and bite into it, and your taste buds will be assaulted, in the most wonderful kind of way. Unlike most ‘unique’ products that have only a ‘novelty value’ and fizzle out in terms of taste, this chocolate paan is mouthwateringly delicious. It is difficult to resist temptation and eat just one! Good that they are so reasonably priced, then, right? Just Rs. 15 per piece.
I had been intrigued by the chocolate paan ever since I read about it on Hottebaaka, a few months ago, especially because the post praised it to the high heavens. Since there was no one travelling between Bangalore and Mysore, sampling this delicacy remained a dream. Till last night.
As if the Universe conspired that I should have the chocolate paan after dinner last night, the OH got a sudden work-emergency call on Thursday, requiring him to book his tickets and leave for Mysore immediately. He remembered this little chocolate-ey dream of mine, looked up the place, and got a few home for me. Need I tell you that they tasted extra sweet to me?😉
Thank you, OH.😀 May there be the mutual fulfillment of many such little dreams of ours, in the times to come!
For those of you who are interested, the shop that sells this is Badri Maruthi Stores, in Shivrampet, Mysore. The Facebook page says the paan costs Rs. 8 a piece, but we were charged Rs. 15 for the same. They come packed in little plastic wrappers, tied up neatly like a goodie bag, and are super easy to carry for friends and relatives. Ideal for gifting too, I would say!
Recently, the OH sent over some toys he had picked up for Bubboo in Delhi with a friend who was travelling to Bangalore. ‘He will come home and give you a bag,’ the OH told me. ‘There are some toys for the princess, and there is a little something in there for you too,’ he said. ‘For me? What?,’ I asked curiously. ‘Just go through the things in the bag. You will know what I have sent for you,’ he said. And so, I waited, with bated breath, for the friend (and the bag!) to arrive home.
When they did arrive, I found what had been sent for me – a pretty pink toy rose with a pink handle. It is a battery-operated thing, with a tiny bulb hidden inside the rose, glowing when you turn a switch on. The rose is beautifully made, with what looks like minute pink plastic pebbles.
I am touched by the gesture. Immensely. I know the OH has a busy life in Delhi. The fact that he chose to shop for toys on a weekend when he was free means a lot to me. And it means even more that he thought of me while doing so, and sent over something to show that he cares.
The rose sits on my computer table as I work, now. It is a sweet reminder to not feel very low whenever I am lonely.
These days, whoever and whatever comes near Bubboo is rewarded with many wet little licks from her. Bedsheets, pillows, nappies, toys, her hands, the OH’s and my hands, dresses, wiping cloths – nothing is spared.
The OH and I take our cheeks to her mouth, and she gladly obliges. We come away happy, with big wet patches on our cheeks.
They are precious to us, these wet patches. They will do for kisses, for now.
Life has been quite blah for some time now. There hasn’t been anything exciting happening, except for Bubboo’s smiles and chatter. I am not complaining – I love being Bubboo’s mother – but sometimes it feels as if my days are revolving only around the changing of nappies and dresses and wiping up spit and changing diapers. I try to go for a 20-minute walk once a day, but on some days, even that is not possible. I try to whip up quick meals in the kitchen whenever I can. Any other free time is spent in reading or taking a long shower. Everything seems very blah, though. I am busy, yet not busy. I don’t really seem to have anything to do. It feels as if it has been ages since I went out leisurely with the OH, ate out, explored the city, or just talked to him without time constraints. The fact that the OH has been super busy at work hasn’t helped one bit.
To top it, Bubboo has been sick. She is recovering from a bad cold and cough, and has been extremely cranky. Children’s illnesses take a toll on their parents, especially when they are too young to articulate their aches and pains, and this illness has taken its toll on us, too. I seem to have caught the bug as well, and a sore throat and running nose have made me feel even blah-er lately.
Our anniversary came and went in January. The OH was flying to Delhi the very same day, and we didn’t get the opportunity to do anything special. The same was the case with my birthday last week. Plans for a relaxed lunch or dinner outside didn’t work out, and the day just went by routinely.
The last weekend saw me splurging on some books, mostly new authors, some interesting titles that piqued my curiosity. I ended up buying a few pre-loved books on a lark, without reading any sort of reviews about them. Then, the OH’s late anniversary-cum-birthday gift arrived, as a surprise – another lot of books from my TBR list – which I had been hunting for since forever. He knew the names and had asked his cousin in the US of A to get them for me. She landed in India over the weekend, and I was surprised to be handed a bag full of books!
In the midst of all the blah-ness, such little things have been the bright spots in life, for sure.
I now have a whole lot of interesting-looking stuff to look forward to reading.
Here’s hoping these lovelies help me ward off the feeling of blah-ness soon…