Little Happiness

      Today, Mommy added a new ingredient to my chowmein. In our home, or in fact in most of the Indian homes, we always try and keep things alive by adding new flavors to them. We crush and mould the original recipe in such a way the every time we introduce them to our tongues, they(our tongues) find them strangers. But this ingredient was a bunch of strangers in itself.
      She added Bari to my noodles. For people who don't know what Bari is, it is an indigineosly made ball of typical Indian spices, dried and hardened. It is usually crushed and made into a dish along with potatoes. But, my mother is my mother. In every mouthful of delicious noodles, smeared in Indian and Chinese spices, bitter and very bitter, I got pieces of long, elaichi, kali mirch, and don't know what(all ingredients of a Bari). Eating it was very much like diffusing a bomb. You don't know what next would come in between your jaws and spoil the entire mouthful. But what made me write a blog post on it you ask?     

       You must be rememberng how you felt when you found a ten rupee or twenty rupee note under a fridge cover, or in a photo album, or in your cupboard. That little happiness that fills few seconds of your day with a smile for no good a reason. That curve that comes and goes in no time, is so very satisfying. I got the same feeling after the meal. I got little spices in my mouth from in between my teeth. I sat down with a book and whenever I tried excavating the spaces in my teeth, where they've hidden, I found myself some taste-bud-exciting thing, which gave me the same, "Little Happiness"...