Dearest Reader,
Hope you’re keeping well. A few weeks hiatus was because my brother came down to my town to pay his hallowed visit. He is a phenomena. He’s quirky and witty almost as good as me but can’t do better. Loves himself and lives life king size. His affinity for a good drink and delicacies rubs off to any unsuspecting human being. He has a propensity to take you on a whirl of a ride and you can’t help but laugh your lungs out as he embraces complicacies of life with an elan of well honed magician. He will make you believe his outrageous stories, can justify seven murder and robbery with a fluidity of a lawyer and can sell that elusive ice to the even more elusive Eskimo with proficiency of a practiced salesman.
When you have such a personality visiting your home, you can be rest assured that your table will be laid heavy with good food and great conversation. To add to his unlimited list of skills, he’s a fantastic cook, and can rustle up a Lamb Biriyani good for the nawabs.During his visit ge graced us with his yummilicious Biriyani which was cooked slowly through half a day. My weak digestion and Mumbai fitness wisdom was swished aside as we indulged in his culinary creations. And ofcourse as siblings always do, even in their fortys, I had to try and out do him in the kitchen.
So out came my well honed kitchen skills, smoothed to perfection during the Covid years. From famed Hilsa in mustard sauce, to the Prawn malaikari all arsenal was unleashed to sashay my but obvious better skills in the kitchen. One good part of getting old together as siblings is that you kind of stop underplaying the other and tend to appreciate each other more. Thank God for that, we both lapped up our home cooked food like starved soul.
Siblings generally are partners in crime and we are definitely a true blue pair of as thick as thieves could be. Our banters and free advices and standing by each other and being happy for each other, of being scared shit when life hits any one of us hard are laced with a love which has stood the test of time and have aged like a fine wine. And hence when we come together it’s a complete riot. Late night ‘adda’ ( chats) over kebabs platter, long drives to reach a good destinations, taking every possible chance to crack up on silliest things made the week memorable to say the least.
Now for sure Reader dear, you can forgive my absence in the world of writing letters. I was busy living life, to create stories so that I can share with you. If you by chance have a sibling like I do, or may be cousins ( I’m as close to them as my own) do catch up with them. Relieve your childhood, indulge in silly laughs and late night chats. They are the only people besides your parents who have seen through your silly days, your disastrous fashion days, your sleepless heartbreak days and your first crush days. They know your battles and struggles, your follies and weaknesses and still love you fiercely enough to shield you with their heart.
As you dance along your life, don’t forget your partners in crime. They are in actuality your 4 am friends. Nurture and enjoy the bond. You will always have your bunch who will laugh sitting around the fire during your autumn days. And don’t forget to cook deliciousness in your lives. The way to the heart surely is through the stomach, whether you cook it, or order through a delivery app or visit the restaurants and food joints in your town.
Always yours,
Pocket full of life
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