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A mother draws a beautiful analogy that compares her relationship with her son to the tangy flavours of rasam.
I made tomato rasam yesterday which reminds me of my childhood and taste of my mother’s wonderful cooking. Every time I make rasam, I try to mimic my mother’s recipe to get the same taste. Even though what I make tastes good, it certainly isn’t my mother’s rasam. Cooking is one thing that keeps her memory alive within me, even though I miss her everyday. The sweet nurturing memory that I get from drinking this rasam, got me thinking of how the relationships around me nourishes me, especially the one I have with my son.
I compare my relationship with my son to rasam. There are times when the flavors of his and my emotions are in balance, me a calm mother and he a happy child- A perfect cup of warm love for my soul. There are times when balance is tipped, just like how I cannot make the rasam taste the same everyday. On some days it is a bit spicy, especially if I had a tough day at work, some days it is just plain bland reflecting my own tiredness in enjoying his company. There are times when this liquid of love boils over with high energy play, laughter and cheer all around. Oh, what a delight it is to swim in this dynamic, ever evolving ever challenging relationship! I can’t believe my luck on having landed in such a sweet spot in my life.
I certainly want this love, this comfort food for my soul to spill over into all aspects of my life, be it enjoying myself as a wife, daughter, daughter-in-law or a working woman.
More often than not I am overwhelmed juggling so many things at once and I feel completely battered at the end of the day. Now I realize that no matter how hard my day has been, no matter how I tired I am there is always that warm cup of rasam waiting for me both figuratively and literally.
As I said, even though I try to mimic my mother’s love for me just like her rasam, I know I am inventing my own version of rasam for my son. Hopefully, when he grows up he can remember our love as he sips on a warm cup of rasam comforting both his soul and stomach.
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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