Everything Change With Time

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In my childhood days, the first thing I saw in the morning after I woke up was mom and papa having a cup of tea together with small chit-chat. Their conversation was like mom speaks a lot while dad was holding that day’s Newspaper Anandabazar Patrika, and silently listening to her. She used to bring two small cups, a glass full of tea, some sugar and a plate full of my favourite Marie biscuits on a tray. We, Bengali people, used to follow a culture where, in a family, the father gets breakfast or lunch or dinner first, then come the children, and in the end, the mother has their breakfast or lunch or dinner. So she used to prepare my dad’s cup first and then hers. Just like me, she loves Marie biscuits a lot. I observed that she dipped half a portion of Marie in her cup of tea and then ate that biscuit. On the other side, Dad masticates a portion of Marie and then takes a sip of tea. She used to offer me a full plate of biscuits, but never gave me a cup of tea. As this is a myth that children can’t have tea in the morning, instead, we get a glass of milk every day during breakfast. But, I got the permission to dip my biscuits in my mom’s cup and rejoice in those yummy, soft, soaked Marie biscuits in the morning and start my day. That was a habit in my childhood days. I used to eat four to five Marie biscuits every day.

Isn't it nostalgic?

Now, I have grown up, become an adult, so I can have a cup of tea every morning. The tea brand has changed from some flavoured tea from Salt Lake Tea Store to Brooke Bond Red Label Natural Care. It’s an Ayurvedic Tea and she is a big fan of Ayurveda. With tea, the type has also changed. For maintaining my healthy lifestyle, I take Britannia Nutri Choice sugar-free crackers, and she enjoys her Britannia Good Day Cashew Cookies or Britannia Good Day Butter cookies. I am a night owl, so I wake up late every morning after she prepares my cup of tea. While the laddu Gopal Ji has his breakfast, my mammy is having our tea. Now she speaks less as she lost her best friend eleven years ago. But some things never change, like she now prepares my cup of tea first and then hers, and she still dips her cookies in her tea and then has hers. On the other side, while having a cup of tea, I glance through my preferred newspaper, The Telegraph and T2. Mom read her newspaper after completing her cup of tea. 

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