My Father My Pride

My father at the Lord’s Cricket Ground, London.

I know it’s always the parents who feel proud of their children’s achievements. But I must be the luckiest to feel super proud of my parents. The reasons are endless. Here is a funny example.

Tring tring… I call my father and he picks up after a few rounds of rings.

Father: Hello! Ki? (What’s up?)
Me: Good morning! Ki korisa (What are you doing?)?

Father: Good morning! I woke up in the morning, went for a walk and now in the kitchen getting koni aloo dum (egg curry) made for 30 people.
Me: Whoa! 😲 Why? For whom?

Father: My morning walk friends.
Me: 🤦🏻‍♀️ ok.

Father: (continuing…) we are all going to prepare the stage for today’s cultural evening. We will have lunch there too. (Father’s morning walk club is organising a cultural programme today at the Kalakshetra in Guwahati, Assam).
Me: Ok. But don’t be in the sun for too long.

Father: Don’t worry! It’s all indoors.
Me: Ok. So, how is maa and…

Father: (To someone else) Oi, gorom mosola khini loi aan (Hey, bring me the garam masala).
Me: Taa (That’s how I call him. Short for Deta)! Taa! Taaaa….

He must have left the phone on the dining table (we have a dining table inside the kitchen as well. Kind of a family meeting place during meal times). I kept shouting his name, but Taa got busy with his koni aloo dum and I hung up. I wanted to talk to maa too but… 😆

After disconnecting the phone, I paused. I realised that I am super proud of my father for always keeping himself busy and active. I would consider myself blessed if I can be half as active as he is. God bless him 🙌🏼🙏🏼🙌🏼

I will call up maa in the afternoon. 🙂