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Besan Ki Laddoos

When I first arrived in India to get married, I obviously didn't have children and used to spend a lot of time on my own, reading and writing letters to friends and  keeping a diary (into which I had very little to write - there wasn't much activity going on - Yash was out of the house for twelve to fourteen hours daily and I spent a  lot of time in my room).  I used to enjoy the company of my two (then) small nephews, Sonu and Monu.  Now they are grown up.  Sonu is doing his post-graduation (MBA) and Monu is doing engineering.  But I remember those days.

I first met Monu the younger one, when he was just three years old.  He had, I thought, an extremely advanced sense of humour for a small child.  He made me laugh a lot of times.

One day, my mother in law had made a type of homemade sweet called  'besan ki laddoo' and gave some to me and the children to eat.  How can I describe a laddoo?  It is a round shaped sweet, it would remind a westerner of a thick lump of sweet cake icing.  It is rather heavy to eat.  In those days, however, I was quite slim and didn't have to watch my weight too much.

I was rather hungry.  Before I knew it, I'd devoured two laddoos in quick succession.  The children didn't touch them, as they were not in the mood.  I idly picked u a third.  Then I noticed Monu staring - yes, staring - at me.  There was a sort of wonderment in his eyes which I liked seeing.

"What happened?"  I asked him.

"You had three?" he asked, astonished.

"Almost," I said.  "This is my third."

I was so flattered that he was impressed, that I picked up a fourth besan ki laddoo and started eating it.  It was difficult to get to the end of the sweet, I was beginning to feel sick.  The child, however, was looking deliriously happy and I didn't have the heart to disappoint him.  So finish it I did.  Somehow.  Don't know how!

His eyes narrowed wickedly.  Then he said:

"Aunty!  Eat one more!"

Too much!  Too much!  I fled from the scene....

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