Cooking Career!
The house was a hubub. People were rushing here and there banging on each other. Only Bamini’s face was forlorn as she mechanically fried the vadas and dropped them into a plate. Nobody noticed her tears since she wiped them with the pallu of her saree along with the sweat. She opened the hot sambar and sprinkled coriander leaves. The lid also cried with her. Mythili was sitting in front of the mirror plucking her eyebrows. She was inspecting her lipsticks and gingerly screwing her face to pick out the right one that suited the occasion. Alternately she was putting the sandal colour chudi and peacock one on her shoulder and turning this way and that before taking the major decision of what to wear that day.
The grooms party was coming to see Mythili, the younger sister of Bamini. Mama’s beauty and Papa’s intelligence were both inherited by Mythili. Not that Bamini was not good looking. But she lacked the rosy skin men demanded. Somehow she managed to pass B.A. Five years rolled over. Mythili completed her B.E. For Mythili’s beauty and brains proposals poured in. This guy was a post graduate Engineer.
When her father raised the question, “How can we give the younger before the elder?” her mother settled the matter with her pat answer, “Even if we go on a hunt we can’t get such a catch. We cannot lose this one.”
The groom was head and shoulder above everyone. He had to bend before entering the door. Mythili who was sitting on the sofa cross-legged like a marble statue dropped one of her seductive smiles and said, “Hello.” He responded with a hello. He let his eyes wander around the room. Bamini folder her hands and greeted him in the India way.
Eatables were served. The groom took a handful of mixture and began to chew it heartily. “Hum, a new type of mixture. Where do you get this one?” he queried. Mother was quick to answer proudly, “Home-made.” The groom unashamedly had a good feast of the snacks as if the wedding itself was over. He bit into the vada and remarked, “Oh, how long since I feasted on such vadas! Besh! Nowadays they grind in mixie which is not at all good. Can you pour some sambar? The flavour of sambar wafted across the door even before we entered your house. You can start a hotel.” Laughing aloud he looked at the mother. “I have no time for all these things. I teach in a school. It is my elder daughter Bamini who does all these” replied mother politely.
“Did you try it? Have a piece” the boy said to Mythili with a smile that lit up his face. “No, thank you” replied Mythili as sweet as a nightingale to his query in Tamil. “I should have answered in Tamil. Will he think I’m a proud girl?” Mythili kicked herself for her quick answer.
Goodbyes were exchanged. “Then...dragged Mythili’s father. The groom’s father turned towards his son. “Ah ... hm ... we’ll write to you!” The same majestic smile. Sure, the letter arrived.
“Sorry. My son is very hesitant to tell you. ‘Why do I need a qualified girl? Is not what I bring home enough? All I need is a housewife, cooking to my taste and be a companion for me. Poor Mythili, she is B.E. Why should she languish within four walls?’ he says. If you don’t mind...”
Should I tell you the end of the story?
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, 8806270699
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Cooking Career!
The house was a hubub. People were rushing here and there banging on each other. Only Bamini’s face was forlorn as she mechanically fried the vadas and dropped them into a plate. Nobody noticed her tears since she wiped them with the pallu of her saree along with the sweat. She opened the hot sambar and sprinkled coriander leaves. The lid also cried with her. Mythili was sitting in front of the mirror plucking her eyebrows. She was inspecting her lipsticks and gingerly screwing her face to pick out the right one that suited the occasion. Alternately she was putting the sandal colour chudi and peacock one on her shoulder and turning this way and that before taking the major decision of what to wear that day.
The grooms party was coming to see Mythili, the younger sister of Bamini. Mama’s beauty and Papa’s intelligence were both inherited by Mythili. Not that Bamini was not good looking. But she lacked the rosy skin men demanded. Somehow she managed to pass B.A. Five years rolled over. Mythili completed her B.E. For Mythili’s beauty and brains proposals poured in. This guy was a post graduate Engineer.
When her father raised the question, “How can we give the younger before the elder?” her mother settled the matter with her pat answer, “Even if we go on a hunt we can’t get such a catch. We cannot lose this one.”
The groom was head and shoulder above everyone. He had to bend before entering the door. Mythili who was sitting on the sofa cross-legged like a marble statue dropped one of her seductive smiles and said, “Hello.” He responded with a hello. He let his eyes wander around the room. Bamini folder her hands and greeted him in the India way.
Eatables were served. The groom took a handful of mixture and began to chew it heartily. “Hum, a new type of mixture. Where do you get this one?” he queried. Mother was quick to answer proudly, “Home-made.” The groom unashamedly had a good feast of the snacks as if the wedding itself was over. He bit into the vada and remarked, “Oh, how long since I feasted on such vadas! Besh! Nowadays they grind in mixie which is not at all good. Can you pour some sambar? The flavour of sambar wafted across the door even before we entered your house. You can start a hotel.” Laughing aloud he looked at the mother. “I have no time for all these things. I teach in a school. It is my elder daughter Bamini who does all these” replied mother politely.
“Did you try it? Have a piece” the boy said to Mythili with a smile that lit up his face. “No, thank you” replied Mythili as sweet as a nightingale to his query in Tamil. “I should have answered in Tamil. Will he think I’m a proud girl?” Mythili kicked herself for her quick answer.
Goodbyes were exchanged. “Then...dragged Mythili’s father. The groom’s father turned towards his son. “Ah ... hm ... we’ll write to you!” The same majestic smile. Sure, the letter arrived.
“Sorry. My son is very hesitant to tell you. ‘Why do I need a qualified girl? Is not what I bring home enough? All I need is a housewife, cooking to my taste and be a companion for me. Poor Mythili, she is B.E. Why should she languish within four walls?’ he says. If you don’t mind...”
Should I tell you the end of the story?
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, Mob:8806270699
blc@bymonline.org
