Khao, Beta, Khao!
December 18, 2008 § 16 Comments
So I went to my fourth dawat yesterday. I know I should be happy, dawaats are supposed to be fun right? But they aren’t. Especially when they happen one after the other and all of them have the same old procedure. And especially when they happen 5-6 times, consecutively.
So the one I went to yesterday contained a particular Uncle who insisted I eat. And no, not just once. He did it about 10-15 times. To the point where I was thinking I’m going to have a nightmare which would include, ‘Khao, beta, khao!’.
I love food, and I love the process of making it and eating it. However, this time, I was actually tired of chewing the naan and the Kebab the Uncle kept on putting on my plate. As it is, it’s not like I need anymore extra flab on me.
It ended with him pushing a bowl of kulfi infront of me, of which I just had a few bites to please him. And all the while I was eating, I kept on thinking that either I was going to throw up tonight or have an awful stomach-ache.
Khair, I have a wedding to go to tomorrow and another dawat, which I’m going to wriggle out of. There is no way I’m going through another one to suffer.
The food is good, it’s just that my stomach is a stomach and not a house.
Anyway, I finally met up with ON/Falsa – another EX-blogger [Who I’m trying to get blogging again]. Who blogs at:- http://www.falsaqueen.com
I went to her place and we had a lot of fun, alhamdulilah. Staying true to my blog, I wore purple! [Okay – that happened without thinking. I should’ve worn Purple to the blogger meet. ] We had chai sitting on the swing in her verandah overlooking the garden being drenched with rain where we talked non-stop. It was very comforting, if not peaceful. I’ve talked so much that my throat is now hoarse from talking.
We went through the usual girl talk, discussing ‘issues’. Apparently, we’re very similar. We both love travelling, food and we came to the conclusion that we’re a weird mixture of religious and crazy. 😛 I gave in to temptation for a minute and stood in the rain. But that was it. Although I’m going to give in i’m sure again when it rains and for much longer. Cold/Cough be damned!
Her Mom is a sweet-heart 😛 She made sure ON was the proper host and that I had the haleem, Sandwhiches, Samosas, Chai and gajar ka halwa, which were all really good. [And no, this wasn’t like the Uncle story above – lol]. I’m hoping I can meet her again for lunch once before I leave inshaAllah.
PS: I’m loving the rain in Karachi! It was raining really heavily back home and I was regretting not being there because of the weather, but now I’m happy.