Day 12- Marathon Bloggers
I remember how mom used to put a glass of milk in the morning and evening for my sister and me. That changed when I moved out for college. I have been away from home since 2002. With that the habit to drink milk also went down the drain.
My mother in law tried to do that for me too but somehow I never picked that habit again. I do gulp the milk she pours but it is not the same.
Last evening I felt I was going down with cough and cold, all I could think of was some warm milk with some rusk and khichdi. I made khichdi in the afternoon and milk n toast was for dinner. Just like mom did.
It is strange how things you give up on come to you instantly when you are uncertain about things. You instantly run back to that comfort. Does that mean we are not strong? I would call it being safe than sorry. How many of us would love to gulp those antibiotics? I am not the one please. They make me feel more sick and drain my body. I feel de-hydrated and woozie.
Even if I promise my mom everyday that I shall drink that most important glass of milk, I miss the fact that there is no one to pour it to me like she did.
This post is part of Day 12 of The Marathon Blogging_Dec 2012 event.