The other day, while watching the live telecast of our respected Prime minister Narender Modi from the Townhall at the Facebook headquarters, we all saw him choke with tears as he fondly spoke about his mother. I don’t know about others, but I got emotional seeing him trying to hold back his tears while he described how mothers would do anything to bring up her children in any adversity. Just like million other mothers, mine did the same; I am indebted to her for life and always reciprocate the unconditional love towards her.
One of the ways through which mothers express their love is through food they cook for their children. Ask anyone about the best dish they have eaten and the answer mostly will be that one which was cooked by their mother. Lets dedicate this week’s column to our mothers who, not only sometimes make ends meet to run their homes during adversity, cook food that even an accomplished Michelin chef may find difficult to make. I have a sweet tooth and loved the humble bread and butter pudding my mother made. I was so addicted to it that I used to compel her to make it at least twice a week and would save the leftovers by hiding it from my siblings and eat in on the days when the pudding was not made.