Happy Father’s Day Part Deaux

Happy Father’s Day Part Deaux

Literally as I posted about my husband being an exemplary father both my grandfathers reached out from the other world.

I made tea the old fashioned way (because the electric kettle was red ant infested!) after at least a decade and a half.

While I was in school breakfast was my responsibility. I would make four cups of tea four different ways. For each of my grandparents and parents. Dada jaan liked his to be strong but mixed tea. Dadi jaan liked Doodh patti. My dad needed a lighter version of mixed tea and my mom needed separate milk and tea, steeped off heat.

I made tea in my grandparents’ mugs (exhibit 2 as you swipe) and then comes what stared me in my face as I opened the refrigerator.

The Karachi Sohan Halva (not Multani or Habshi Halva). I remember my nana used to get tons of it from the Ahmed food shop near a roundabout in Karachi and would forever stock them in his cupboard. He would then give me bits cut with a Sarauta. Oh the multiple uses of a Sarauta.
As I threw my diet regime out the window yet once again and bit into a piece, memories came rushing back. It literally smelled like my nana (probably because he had like a mini warehouse full of halva tins at the back of his cupboard!) and I teared up.

I love them so much and it only grows every day. Thank you for making my life so completely full of joy and love that it never even occurred to me that being unloved was actually a thing.

Abbaa and Dada jaan, I love you and the subtle tantrums you throw from across the veil.

I was gonna write about you anyway. There was no need to throw tea time at me. ♥️