It is a beautiful Sunday morning. Spicy aroma of vindaloo yanked me by my chin and tickled me till I was up. Rubbing my eyes, I hopped out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. Mum in her soiled apron was placing idli batter into the steaming vessel. This sight made me so happy, I jumped with joy. Cause there was nothing like biting into a hot steamed idli melting in your mouth on a lazy - lazy Sunday. After hastily brushing and postponing my bath, I stood there, like a beggar, placing my empty plate in front of her. Having a long look at me, she asked "did you brush your teeth, at least". Shamelessly grinning, I showed her my glowy teeth. Mum opened the box and placed five, white fluffy, perfectly round pieces of steaming joy. I couldn't resist the temptation and with my bare fingers broke the fragile idlis into many small pieces. Burning my finger, I blew the cold mouthwash breath on my almost red fingers and continued to do the same with the rest. Seeing this mum smiled and said " We have chairs. and if you continue to stand and eat, all food would go into donkey's stomach". I started getting hiccups, cause of greedily finishing the first two idlis. She placed the glass of water and left. Sipping from the glass I playfully asked, if she thought, I would believe in stuff like that. But she blatantly ignored cause she saw me sitting down and gobbling down, the last crumbs. After I had done, she inquired , If would like a couple more. I giggled, looked at my happy belly and asked If she wanted me to burst like a balloon?
