Time Space & Me

I pretended not to see her, I presented not to hear her but I was all there with her just doing that. She opened her small plastic back pack with lots of cutleries, gas stoves, gas cylinders, sauce-pan, spoons, chopsticks, forks, cups, jugs and just everything that we have in our standard kitchen. She seems to be fully involved and consumed in what she innocently is doing. She took a basket and few pieces of white papers squarely cut for bills and went shopping. Her shopping list, potatoes, cucumber, tomatoes, chilies, greens and some rice. She returns sooner than she left from the door fully satisfied with her groceries. She settles down and starts washing dishes exactly like her mother in the kitchen. Scrubber with a dab of detergent neatly doing her dishes, her small hands and fingers dancing around.....she stacks her dishes and starts cooking for all of us. There goes her rice, there she prepares curry, there she has salads but all in ghost forms. Finally, she kneels and starts serving her talent. This is for papa, this is for mama, this if for bua, this is for banga, this is for sisik, this is for chhana, this is for chhua.......then she comes around with second servings, water, salt....the meal is done to its full grace. This is the first time I as a papa played cooking game (Bhara-kuti) with my daughter (Yumma Shongbhen Rai) and I fully enjoyed the moment. It was of-course, a very touching moment for me to see her milestone, learning and sharing her day to today life activities. It is but heaven.