By Bhuvi MOh Bhaat, Dal, Aloo Bhujiya, Three ladle of steaming bhaat, Two of boiled arhar dal, A handful of aloo bhujiya, Was all that cradled my soul. Bhaat: boiled & drained rice, sparkling, White, each grain separate on plate, Dal: split pigeon peas boiled with salt and Turmeric, tempered with cumin seeds, Aloo bhujya: my humble fried potatoes, Were crisp french fries in mustard oil. Even if this combo with, Some twists and turns, Was on table every day for lunch, It still is the best meal I had till date, That brought inexplicable comfort to soul. To have it and run out to play, Or to play with my dolls, At times to get back to books, And complete the homework. When I tried gulping in hurry, My Grandfather said, “Go on easy With meals, else you will choke” I want you back my soul soothing meals, Oh Bhaat, Dal & Aloo Bhujiya, I want those times back again!!
Note: Day 10, Writing 101: Happy Childhood Lunch by the Daily Post