STORY OF A “CHAPATI”
Food
Fiction
By
VIKRAM KARVE
I am
a “Chapati”.
If
you live in India – I am sure you have seen (and eaten) a “Chapati”.
A “Chapati”
is an unleavened flatbread made of whole wheat flour (Atta), salt and water.
Dear
Reader:
To
help you understand better – I took a “Selfie” – along with a few of my fellow “Chapati”
friends.
I am
posting my “Selfie” picture below for you to see.
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| CHAPATI |
Now –
Dear Reader – you must be wondering how a “Chapati” can tell a story – but –
here I am – telling you my story – so you better believe me – and read my
story.
I
came into existence just a few hours ago when a young woman made me on a “Tawa”
(she made me along with 3 other “Chapatis” – she made a total of 4 “Chapatis”)
The
young woman who made me – she is the “daughter-in-law” of the house.
Three
persons live here – the young “daughter-in-law” – her husband – and her husband’s
widowed mother – the “mother-in-law” of the young woman who made the “Chapati”.
In
the afternoon – at 12 Noon – for lunch – the “daughter-in-law” made 4 Fresh Hot
“Chapatis” (including me).
The young
woman made 2 “Chapatis” for her “mother-in-law” – and – 2 “Chapatis” for
herself.
But –
the “mother-in-law” ate only one “Chapati” – so – three “Chapatis” were eaten
up – and – one “Chapati” – Me – I remained “un-eaten” – in the casserole.
One
hour later – at around one o’clock in the afternoon – the “Darling Daughter” of
the “mother-in-law” arrived unexpectedly.
(Yes –
you guessed right – the woman who landed up suddenly – she was the
daughter-in-law’s husband’s sister – the mother-in-law’s daughter).
The “Darling
Daughter” said she was a bit hungry – of course – since she was “dieting” – she
wanted just a “small bite”.
The
dutiful “Daughter-in-Law” put some Vegetable Curry in a plate – and – she took
out the remaining “Chapati” – Me – from the casserole.
“Why
are you giving my daughter a stale “Chapati”…?” the “mother-in-law” shouted at
the “daughter-in-law”.
“This
is not a stale “Chapati” – I made it only one hour ago…” the “daughter-in-law”
said to her “mother-in-law”.
“You don’t
argue with me – you just make a fresh “Chapati” for my daughter – do you
understand…?” the “mother-in-law” scolded the “daughter-in-law”.
So –
the obedient “daughter-in-law” dutifully made a fresh “Chapati” for the “Darling
Daughter” of her “mother-in-law”.
And –
I remained “un-eaten” in the casserole.
In
the evening – the “daughter-in-law” was wondering what to make for dinner –
when her husband called up saying that he would be having dinner with a client
and coming home late at night.
The “mother-in-law”
had gone out “shopping” with her “Darling Daughter – and – she must had plenty
of “snacks” – so – when the “mother-in-law” returned in the evening – she said
that she was not hungry and would like to have fruits and milk at night.
The obedient
“daughter-in-law” chopped some fruit and gave them to her “mother-in-law” along
with a glass of milk.
Then –
the “daughter-in-law” decided to eat a fresh “Chapati” for her own dinner – so –
she started preparations to make a fresh hot “Chapati” for herself.
“What
are you doing…?” the “mother-in-law” asked the “daughter-in-law”.
“I am
making a “Chapati” for myself…” the “daughter-in-law” said.
“Why
are you wasting Atta making a fresh “Chapati”…? There is one “Chapati” left
over from the afternoon – isn’t it…?” the “mother-in-law” asked the “daughter-in-law”.
“But –
that is a stale “Chapati”…” the “daughter-in-law” said.
“What
nonsense…? A “Chapati” remains fresh for 24 hours – and that “Chapati” was made
in the afternoon – only 9 hours ago. So – you will eat that “Chapati”. Do you
understand…?” the “mother-in-law” said to the “daughter-in-law”.
So –
the meek “daughter-in-law” took me out the casserole – and she put me on her
plate.
Then –
looking at me – the “daughter-in-law” said to herself:
“Wonder
of wonders – the same “Chapati” – it becomes “stale” only one hour after it is
made – and then – it becomes “fresh” once again – 9 hours later…”
And then – the “daughter-in-law”
ate me up.
VIKRAM KARVE
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