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The best pickle giver in the world

This morning it was a hurriedly mad rush. I am single parenting as Satish is abroad. Two children( that too one a teen and one a pre-teen!) and a large dog, plus a home to handle, apart from my writing (on a tight deadline for my third book! Details soon!) does at times  does make me want  to run away to Santorini (with some nice looking Greek God) and never ever come back.

But even in the  crazy, super-stressed moments laughter creeps up surreptitiously like a little thief, making you glad for life's little blessings.

There were just ten minutes left for the school bus to arrive this morning (and all parents know what a nightmare missing the school bus is, because you will then have to drive the child to school in the mad morning traffic) and I had made them Paneer paranthas for lunch (yum! I do make them well) but had not yet put it into their lunch boxes.

I was hurriedly making their breakfast and so I took out a pickle bottle from the cupboard and  told my daughter to pack some pickle into both their lunch boxes, to go with the parathas.

"Mama, please can you  give the pickle in the lunch box? You are really the best pickle-giver in the world! " says my daughter.

I was speechless for a few seconds and then I laughed.

And you bet the best-pickle giver in the world packed their lunch boxes after that. :D

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  1. Preeti... I read your blog regularly and reading it makes me feel that you are a friend. At times it feels difficult to digest that we have never met. And haan, I am also waiting desperately for my one-year-old to grow up soon so that she can also call me a great pickle giver!

    Thanks for writing...

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  2. Alright - I'm looking forward to being served your delicious paneer parathas along with the pickle when I visit you next - I know it will be awesomest bestest :)

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  3. Paneer Parathas...I love them.....so when am I going to get one to relish:)

    Children give so much importance to small small things...and that is what makes parenting happy:)

    Loved it and muahhhhhh to the cute girl:)

    Gayu

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  4. That's cho chweet !
    Loved your writing and connected to you for some time. This is my first footprint on your space :)

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  5. Very smart indeed...

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  6. Woww!!..there are so many times I feel like running away to Santorini (a place I'm dreaming to visit someday)...AMAZING you think the same !!

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  7. It is our children who invent these incredible titles like "best-pickle-giver", "bestest-cooker-curry-maker" etc. and make us feel infinitely happy. Joys of parenting!! :) Very expressive Preeti :)

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  8. Your kids had also learnt the way of appreciating in a sweet/cute way...Wow!!! Very sweet of your daughter...

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  9. hello mam, i love reading your posts..i have read almost all your blogs..i love reading and writing too.i jst started writing my blog..if you have sometime do read it and offer your valuable comments..

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