Hiraeth : mint
chutney made by my mother
Mornings are no longer
those languorous times,
when the sweet dreams of the night
gave way to trays of breakfast in bed.
Aalu Parantha and white
butter
with mint chutney so heartily prepared
on “Sil batta” my
mother received in dowry.
Juliennes of ginger, minced garlic
bunches of mint with a hint of chilly
crushed together under the ancient stone
with just enough pressure,
a skill perfected over years.
So different from the one I make-
the homogenous paste
prepared in haste
in the mixer grinder
to spread on a hurried toast
gulped down with an insipid green tea.
- Neha Bansal
- Neha Bansal
Beautiful poem. The sense of loss and nostalgia is very palpable
ReplyDeletethank u, "anonymous" :)
DeleteIt is a beautiful poem. I felt as if I was watching an episode of my life...... Loved it.
ReplyDeletethank u so much...but you yourself are a wonderful cook...it's for the likes me who miss the mom made food....
DeleteI can taste the Chutney...I have always loved the silbattas authentic taste.
ReplyDeleteYour writings are awesome mam.
thank u, Dr Hema :)
DeleteWhile reading this poem, I felt like journeying through those old days of yore when I used to relish garlic-red chilly chutney made on sil batta... Mixers and grinders have consistently failed to create the magic of sil batta
ReplyDeleteYes deepak true....u know what ...i feel not only there's a loss of that taste, but also...the freedom to eat one wanted...see the contrast between aalu parantha with white butter and insipid toast... The sheer luxury of time...tje taste of mothers'recipes...so much list at the altar of our new life styles...
DeleteBeautiful and arose so many emotions . Mothers are best and their love are chasmic and abysmal. Woww mint chutney prepared by my mom. Missing Mumma a lot after reading this . I wish I get to eat it again made my Mumma. Reminded me of famous gazal of Jagjit Singh “ yeh Daulat bhi Le lonyeh shauhrat bhi Le lo”
ReplyDeleteMy adorable friend keep writing for your soul and for us !
my dear payal...hugs <3 u r the best...
Deletevery nostalgic. wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank u, sir. 😊. Warm regards.
ReplyDeleteI felt echoes of T.S. Eliot in the ending. An experience that is true for so many of us. Nostalgia comes out so well in this piece. Exquisite!
ReplyDeletethank u, Hriday... well comparison to Eliot is extremely flattering...thank u for ur very kind comments...
ReplyDeleteGracefull poem keep writing this types of poem.
ReplyDeleteGracefull poem keep writing this types of poem.
ReplyDeleteThank u so much. Regards
DeleteMam, now only we came to know you are a poet. I think we can invite you in our next event to Port Blair.
ReplyDeleteRegards
A Selvam
Secretariat
Thank u selvam. Would love to come to the islands for any rhyme or reason :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully curated .
ReplyDeleteThx :-)
ReplyDeleteSilbatta made chutney is a tough task. My nani used to make it for me.
ReplyDeleteWhite butter & paranthas
These lines taste mouth watering
Nostalgic
Thx maninder 🙏
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ReplyDeletebeautiful poem
Thanks a lot 🙏
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