The dry-fruits box ritual.

For some reason today, I am reminded of the little ritual of filling the boxes wit dry fruits. Every month, Pa used to bring home 200 grams of anjeer, raisins, cashews, almonds, dates and pistachios from a local store at the market. He’d announce his arrival with a “Tan-ta-daaa, look what I have got!” and we always knew. We always knew that this meant only one thing – filling up the boxes with dry fruits. After getting refreshed, we would all go to the kitchen, get the almost empty boxes of dry fruits and then carefully set them on the dining table. We’d huddle together around Pa. Meticulously he’d open the packet of anjeer, they always went in first, those rings stacked around a fibrous cord. This was followed by the raisins and every time he would take extra care while opening the packet of raisins always tsk-ing away at why they staple these packets and how one has to be very careful lest the pins get mixed with the raisins. And we’d chorus, “We will eat them one by one and not stuff them in our mouth at once,” because that was what we were always told and we knew when we had to give him that reassurance. It was a joy watching him struggle with pins because he had such short nails that it was impossible to say if he had ever had them any other way. Finally, he’d manage to get the pin out (always stubborn to use his fingers). The dates, almonds and cashews followed. What always excited us were the pistachios. Somehow they were the most enticing of nuts, the one that gaped through the gaps waiting for the shell to be broken. The pistachios were always eaten 6 at a time. We did not want to finish them soon. It did not really matter a lot if we did, I am sure Pa would have bought more, but somehow that was how we wanted to pace ourselves always. Once the boxes were all filled, we helped Pa carry them to the kitchen and place them on the rack – the second row from the top, just about the right height for us to reach for it if I tip-toed or stood on one of the chairs from the dining table.Β 

For some reason, I thought of this and it made me smile and also sad at the same time. I can imagine Pa’s smile as he filled each jar with a small announcement and it was and is easily one of the happiest moments we have had together.Β 

P.S. Am a bit late for Day 5, but let us assume I am posting from Seattle.

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9 comments

  1. Bikramjit · November 6, 2016

    The post brought some of my own memories of my dad..

    Lovely..

    And you missed a post .. damn I am already lagging behind. 😣😣

    • kismitoffeebar · November 7, 2016

      πŸ™‚ Thank you Bikram. I guess, we will all lag behind at some point, let us just try our best and still enjoy it πŸ™‚

  2. Swaram · November 6, 2016

    Such a beautiful post! Simple routines that define relationships. πŸ™‚

  3. sjscribbles · November 6, 2016

    Very nostalgic, Kismi ! I have started this ritual and have all the dry fruits you mentioned at my home, while J and I eat them , waiting for M to start relishing them. He runs away at the sight of fruits !

    • kismitoffeebar · November 7, 2016

      SJ! πŸ™‚ How are you?
      Ha ha, the trick is to make the dry fruits seem like something precious and something that can be earned? πŸ˜› Or maybe somewhat that adults only get to eat? πŸ˜›
      That is why I started loving coffee – it was so elusive!

  4. Arch · November 7, 2016

    We have no realization that such simple routines will form such amazing memories some day, isn’t it? Such a lovely post Kismi! ❀

    • kismitoffeebar · November 8, 2016

      So true Arch and also so good to see you πŸ™‚ Hope all is well πŸ™‚

      • Arch · November 8, 2016

        Yes πŸ™‚ had been crazy busy at work..

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