A Bengali has some off moments in between his Ilish and Kosha Mangsho days! Its usually the day after he has had a meal of daal, chorchori, bhaja, guli kebab, macher kalia, murgir jhol, followed by a big bowl of ras malai!
The next morning after a few green pearly pills of Pudin Hara and some nasty cho-n-aa dhekur, he is finally ready to give his stomach some rest.
Its then that our Bengali walks up to his doting Mother in his white Robin-liquid-blue-washed pyjamas and sando genji, continuously caressing his belly and says, aaj kichu khabo na. (Meaning I have gas, stomach ache and indigestion and I expect to be treated like a King!)
A whining son and a fretting Mother make instant connection in a Bengali home.
On cue, Mommy starts to fan him with her haath pakha, stroking his receding hairline, and complaining at the same time how he has lost weight. Overnight.
Her love overflows and she immediately orders all cooking at home to be stopped! Its a sort of an emergency declared. Her 40-year-old needs her immediate attention and also her slow-cooked phena bhaat with some alu sheddo, deem sheddo, daal sheddo, bhindi sheddo, and all things boiled and mashed! A baby food for a 40-year-old.
Pots of rice, potatoes, eggs, and Mushurir dal are fired up. The Mother stirs them to perfection – the right consistency is verrrrry important, she will nod to herself.