My dad and I dislike poha. A lot. But mom prepares it quite often given the fact that its easy to prepare. Mom: Poha is healthy. It has lots of minerals. Iron.
Dad: When you say Poha, I-run.
I snickered, dad smiled, mom glared at both of us.
I skipped breakfast feigning heavy dinner last night and taking it slow. Dad chucks his plate down with a huge glass of juice and mom eats delicately all of two and half spoons and announces that she is on diet.
All in all, a good morning.
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