I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Mom and books
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
My parents and I are fans of Dr. S. L. Bhyrappa. He is one of the foremost Indian novelists writing in Kannada, eagerly read by the people and fiercely fought over by critics. "Parva" is acknowledged to be his greatest work. It has been translated to many Indian languages and also English. Its considered to be a masterpiece (in Marathi and Hindi, especially) in Indian literature. My father used to own a copy of this novel and over the period of time it was lost in the abyss of commuting in train and life in general. So for my parents' wedding anniversary last month, I presented them this book among other things. My father finished reading it and its my mom's turn. (They flip a coin to see who gets to read first). She reads about a hundred pages a day and she would google some stuff for more clarification. When I perform my daily rituals of applying lotions, foot cream, hand cream et al, my mom summarizes the portion she read for the day. I told her that I will be reading it after she finishes it, but it looks like she is enjoying all the reading and associated additional reading that she is doing over the net. I kept quiet and allow her to explain me the details of the book. Its actually kind of nice. I think I understand, to an extent, why mothers want their daughters to learn cooking at a very young age. Its quite possible that the girls would get married quite soon and they would not get much time to spend with their mother in future. So, helping mom in kitchen was a kind of boding and they could share more things inside the kitchens rather than outside. It might not be kitchen, but still, its a very pleasant experience.