It was after a busy day and hectic schedule I rushed home for dinner; asked my mom what’s there to eat? She said there are some rice curry and curd from the noon that’s left over and if she can serve me the same. She looked dull, she looked tired. I then felt asking her to cook something fresh is not right. I served for myself and my sister; the rice was fine but the curry was little burnt and she by mistake gave us an old curd packet. I didn’t open my mouth just finished, while my sister said it doesn’t taste good and left the meal on her plate. This hurt my mom, and me as well. I told my sister never leave food on the plate, and don’t ever hurt the one who has cooked for you.
It is not that I was born with a silver spoon, there was a time when we grew tomato and other vegetable plants in our backyard so that we could pay for our school expenses. It is not just me, even you would have gone through this some or the other way when your parents were saving for your education or for your expenses. Like you even they have good days and bad days… Today you might earn more than them and give them a lavish lifestyle, but don’t forget your roots. Don’t forget the sacrifices they made in order to fulfill your needs. You are not going to die, if you eat a little-burnt food, it is not like you live in a 5-star hotel; expecting them to serve you in style.
There are people out there still struggling to get even rotten food. So, my kind request to one and all is that never waste food and never hurt the one who cooks for you.
C. A. Stubborn Pen 