Impromptu late night parties.
The parents, Scooby, the sil and me stayed awake till almost 2 in the morning killing two bottles of wine accompanied with trays full of fried fish. Ended the night of gluttony with jasmine rice and a dynamite lip-smacking curry. The food surprisingly turned out to be the perfect accompaniment to an evening filled with conversations that ran hot and cold through the course of the night.
When you are cut off from humanity and are deep in the lap of nature for a couple of days, there is a random urge to be in a cafe in the city having fun conversations. When you are caught in traffic you start hoping you were instead at the beach watching the waves. And on weekends like this, when you have been wading through a sea of colourful pictures, you wish to suddenly be amidst the riot of colours and celebrations at an Indian wedding.
Scooby’s wedding almost felt like a movie with quite a bit of background production. It’s apt I guess that the photographers have cut a “TRAILER” then 😉
Just being back in Coorg and walking through a coffee estate feels like a festival. I hope I get to see the vision my eyes feasted upon as a child tomorrow at dawn. Fingers crossed!
Life sometimes has a strange way of bouncing back to normalcy. Speaking with Scooby today about all things food has given me an idea about documenting all the places I get to eat out at.
Storm clouds are rolling in putting an end to sights of cloudless blue skies. But then there are the joys of an Indian monsoon to look forward to. Especially the food that gets churned out of mums kitchen 😉.
On an unrelated note, it is on days like today that I miss the J’ngr merry gang fiercely. I don’t think I’ve ever missed watching an India vs Pakistan match with a big noisy emotional and totally fired up mob. And at the cost of sounding partial, the J’ngr gang is my absolute favourite group to indulge my cricket madness with. The fun that was had during the 2011 World Cup season was epic!!!! Guess the others feel the same way, since that group chat has been hyper active today discussing India’s massive score of 319!!!! Wish the rain would stop and these stooopid commentators stop talking about the Duckworth-Lewis method.
And then as you are typing a long blogpost there are sudden cravings. Sigh.
Opened the cutlery cabinet to help set the table for lunch at my mum’s place and caught sight of something that I hadn’t laid eyes on in over 15 years – my mother’s wedding china. I’ve been staring with reverence at the scalloped edges, the gold trim and the painted roses bordering these 35 year old dinner plates that hold so much of my family’s memories.
With time newer, fancier, lighter and non traditional dinnerware have been adorning my parents dining table. But the one with the painted roses will always remain the perfect set to me.
Oh I’m definitely considering making 50 cups of chai with varying sugar levels, for 50 people in one go as a supreme accomplishment 😎.