Post for Monday:
I'm grateful to the person who discovered the recipe for khichdi. No seriously. On a day spent lounging in bed and mostly in the loo, stomach cramping and weakness setting in, a few morsels of hot khichdi can perk you up and how. Despite the lack of ability to taste, you somehow get the aroma and know that this food, is totally good for the soul.
I am grateful to my Mum, who instantly whipped up khichdi and insisted on dropping a dollop of ghee on my khichdi. I am grateful to her for the love she has poured into nourishing me and my sister, to make us strong enough to take the world on.
Give me the strength to live up to my parents' expectations and make them proud one day…
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