Shapeless Roti's [ saas bhi kabhi bahu thi ]

A mother writes a heartfelt letter to her son,
on why he should not laugh at his wife’s shapeless rotis.

Dear Son,
Hope this letter finds you in the best of spirits and health.
You might be surprised to find an email from your mom.
Something told me to write to you; that you need to hear from me today.
It was indeed one of the best evenings that your father and I spent when
you visited us with your new wife yesterday. Rest assured, we liked her immensely.
I could see that both of you are very much in love and that makes
me happy. May your love grow every moment!

Now let me get to the reason for writing this letter. I don’t know whether
you remember, but during dinner, you cracked a joke about the shapeless rotis
that Lavanya makes. We all laughed and your father laughed the loudest.
There were tears of laughter in your father’s eyes and there were tears in your
wife’s eyes too. I can assure you that her tears were not of mirth; they were
tears of mortification, of shame brought about by the innocuous
joke that you cracked.

I guess that joke was the reason why we heard raised voices coming
from your room yesterday night and the reason why Lavanya appeared
puffy eyed in the morning. Maybe she cried all night.

Son, I want to tell you something. I love shapeless rotis. They bring back
many fond memories. They remind me of the shapeless rotis made by my
father on certain Saturday mornings when my mother had extra duty at her office.

They often lacked salt, were hard like rock and were shaped like various continents.

But his love for us compensated for all that it lacked.

Shapeless rotis also bring memories of those days when your father turned
into my cook. It was during those early days of pregnancy while I was carrying you.
I couldn’t bear the smell of spices or rice or anything cooking.

Your father would churn out shapeless rotis and experimental curries, which
tasted quite good because he wanted to provide home cooked food for his wife and
unborn child. His care and affection made those rotis priceless.

Do you remember how you used to insist on helping me while I prepared rotis
when you were around four years old? You would play with the dough and create
various shapes that you wanted to be cooked and served to all.

I can tell you, those were the tastiest rotis that I ever ate.

Words can create a world full of love.
Yet, a thoughtless word is enough to destroy that world.

Lavanya and you are equally qualified; you both earn equally well too.

You have both spent an equal number of years educating yourself to be
the professionals that you are. But you expect Lavanya to become the perfect
cook and home-maker from the moment you married her! How unreasonable is that?

Rahul, no new wife wants to be ridiculed in front of her in-laws. Trust me, I can
tell you that. Been there, done that. She craves to be loved by them and she
expects her husband’s support in her effort at endearing herself to them.

Teething troubles in marriages are often capable of draining out the love
you have for each other. Be there for her while she adapts herself to your world.

A small token of appreciation and open support is all that she will need.

You are my beloved son and I know you have learned to see the brighter side of things.
Value love more than any other thing because son, perfectly round rotis are
often machine made. They lack the most essential ingredient; Love.
Wishing you a world of love,
Your loving mother.