There are times when thoughts rush in the mind- one after the other. They never cease. They need a form of expression, an expression of writing. But the body id too tired to move and give vent to the feelings. It just wants to be put at rest. It is not just fatigue but boredom too which restricts the body from moving and fingers from scribbling.

When the body does want to show some action, the mind does not co-operate. It doesn't want to think the extra-ordinary. It stops the fingers from dodging anything. Thoughts stagnate.

And there are times when both are in perfect tune with each other but the time isn't right. Just like, when I do decide to write and my mind wants to direct and then my daughter decides to wake up from her nap and calls 'Amma':)

I have been reminded of my father's cooking since yesterday.
Every time my mom out somewhere for more than a day or so it would be my father who would cook for me and my sister.
He is a great cook I must tell.
By adding more than the usual 'tadka' and 'masala' he would make very tasty sambar and rasam.
And he was too tired or bored of his own food he would take us to the nearby RamaRao mess (in Davangere) which me and my sister always waited for.

Recently, he even tried cooking Pulav just for himself when mom was out.
So now I know where I get the habit of cooking for ones' own self and not just for others. We need to care for our tummy and our taste buds too:)