Recently, I had a friend and his family visit us at our house.  He came with his wife, children and his mother-in-law.  Usually, when someone mentions that the mother-in-law is also accompanying, the “drinks” go missing and the hosts become extra nice to please the old lady. But we had a different experience.

Auntie was really nice and started chatting with me. We talked about the kitchen settings, equipments, children etc.  She mentioned that she is a writer and has published some novels.  She gave me company in the kitchen to make rotis. Later, she mentioned about her blog and her pen name for her blogs. Suddenly, it struck me – I have been following her blogs and was a regular reader!!! I used to devour her blogs which were  narratives of everyday incidents merged with some of the author’s viewpoints on them. I certainly did not agree with auntie on all her viewpoints. As I understood from her stories, she had single-handedly raised her children and was very proud of it.

Anyway, the dinner went well and everyone seemed to have enjoyed.

One week later, I remembered to check Auntie’s blog again for new entries. Of course, there was a new post and it was about hygiene. I started reading and into the third paragraph……she was talking about one of her recent visits to a friends place. The host was making rotis just before dinner time. Just then their toddler started crying and wanted to help the mother. The mother allowed the toddler to play with the dough with dirty hands, let the toddler flatten the dough and pass it on to the mother to cook it. She found it absolutely gross and totally skipped the rotis during the meal.

It was an absolute shocker to me. She was talking to me non stop and had followed me into the kitchen. My daughter was bored, hungry and wanted to be fondled. She asked if she could help me with the rotis – so sweet of her – at the tender age of six. I made sure she washed her hands and didn’t spoil the dough. Also, I made the rotis in an electric roti maker to minimize cooking time (less ‘hand’ling also). At the dinner table, auntie had declared that her teeth are not strong enough to chew and digest the rotis. I was happy that I had planned other options also.

Never thought I would become such a contrived ‘subject’ of one of my favorite bloggers. Some of the common friends realized that auntie was describing the dinner at our place. I was so relieved when they asked me to let it go because they have also been ‘subjects’ before and tortured like me!!!!




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