Morning shows the day?

This is my last week at my current work place. The time has flown so swiftly. There is never a dull moment when it comes to work here. The days are packed choc-o-block with something or other to do. Along with it, I have an impending holiday to plan as well. I join in the next job and within a week I am off for a week. So there is technically speaking no room to breathe. So in the midst of break neck work, there is all the juggling and planning of the holiday too.

My notice period has been quite eventful. I have done a lot of work, it has been crazy busy. But with some portions of work, I have deliberately taken it relaxed as well. I have not immersed myself in a lot of critical tasks. I had plans to study a lot and do minimal work 😉 but that did not happen around here. As I have a week to join the new place, I intend to catch up on some studying! I will be coming in to work one more day. So rather than procrastinating the pack up, I tidied up my desk today. I packed up all the accumulated debris over the past 3.5 years. There were documents, pens, post it notes and some weird and wonderful things like a tub of salt and shoes! I have packed them all and kept them ready to go! And I reminisce that when I joined this place, my biggest qualm was with coming in to work every day. I was more attuned to the culture of working from home. And that has been the last nail in the coffin which prompted me to quit the job! Morning shows the day indeed.

Butterflies

 

My family would love a pet. A cat, a dog, a bird, anything would do. The kids wouldn’t even mind a gecko! There was a stroke of luck when my elder daughter started learning about metamorphosis in school. To depict it practically, their teacher had a setup of caterpillars. The caterpillars were in a container, and they slowly grew into chrysalis and became butterflies. She was very keen on having a set up at home too. We  were fine with it since we thought the kids could see the process first hand.

Little did we realise this was their attempt at having a pet. Even if for a short time. They looked at the caterpillars with the diligence of a scientist but with the love of a parent. They made notes, kept count of the number of days to the next phase and even gave them names. The chrysalis hatched and the butterflies remained in the station for a few days being fed sugar water, flowers and juicy fruits. After 4-5 days we released them. And it was such a pleasure to see the kids enjoy the experience. We thought they might be sad at seeing the butterflies go, but kids always see the happy picture. My daughter said, “Now the butterfly can have fresh nectar”. Seeing the brighter side, such an amazing but simple skill 😊

 

 

Pakhala

 For people from the state of Odissa in the eastern part of India, Pakhala is a sacred dish. It smells of summer, of gatherings, of lip smacking delicacies to go with it and a much deserved afternoon siesta to be the crowning glory. Close to the tropics and beside the mighty Bay of Bengal, Odissa has very hot and humid summers. Pakhala is the best recourse. It is cooked rice which is left in water overnight which increases its cooling properties. The light fermentation that comes through in the rice leaves the eater refreshed. Something what an ice cold bottle of beer does in modern times. It is accompanied by a variety  of sauteed vegetables like potato, bitter gourd, okra, aubergine. Mashed potatoes, tomato chutney and badi chura which is something akin to crushed papads are worthy accompaniments. An assortment of grilled and fried sea food grace the plates of the non vegeterians. It is a divine fusion of tastes and texture. The Pakhala Diwas was started by the Odia community to relive this connection with the past.

 

But for me, Pakhala is my Maa. My paternal grandma. She was a simple village woman who was astoundingly ahead of her times. She had to come to help my dad raise my sister and me while my mom was posted in another location because of her job. She was with us for a summer. And every single day it was Pakhala for lunch with a wide and wild array of dishes. She used to lay a paper on the floor (she preferred sitting on the floor and eating as is tradition in rural India) and lay our bowls and plates. We used to eat in reverent silence. Every single day eating Pakhala was a sacred ritual.

 

In the UK, it is rare that we get those enervating hot days. But even a temperature of late teens calls for this dish, to celebrate Maa.

  This is my simple plate with mashed potatoes, grilled sea bass, sauteed kale, savoury tomato chutney and papad.