Here is a confession. I am a huge fan of the Indian sweets. I can live without water and food but not without a Jalebi! My favourite one is Barfi aka Kaju Katli. Kudos to the man who invented it! If Barfis, Jalebis, Rasgullas and Gulab Jamuns were not on Earth, I don’t know how I would have survived!
For the first time when I tasted Kaju Barfi in my life, I was just 3 years old. I lived in Wardha with my parents. My father went to Nagpur occasionally for his office work. When he returned, he brought a box full of Barfi every time only for me. I liked it so much that I would wake up in the middle of night to eat it. Not afraid of the dark, I would wake and get down from the bed. Then I would wake up my father silently. Being a light sleeper, he would get up immediately. He would take me in his arms and walk towards the kitchen. He would open the refrigerator and take out the box. I would slid down from his arms happily, sit on the floor and start eating the delicious Barfi straight away. The world would be deep in sleep but I was busy attacking Barfis! This became one of my habits which my mother put an end to afterwards.
When I started going to school, my grandparents came once every six months from my hometown. They travelled in a train which stopped at Orai station in Uttar Pradesh for few minutes. It was famous for its tasty Gulab jamuns which were kept in large round clay pots. My grandpa used to get down from the train and buy the Gulab jamuns for me. He took extra care of it during the rest of the train journey. The sight of a clay pot in my grandpa’s hand made me always delighted. I knew what was inside! Those Gulab jamuns used to be big in size and too delicious for words. I took it sometimes in my Tiffin box to share it with my friends.
As time went by, I grew up in another city-Alibag. My apartment was close to one of the best sweet shops which sold not only wada-pav but also Lauki ka halwa. When my tuition classes would get over, I would ride my bicycle and peddle faster to get to the shop. I brought halwa always from there to eat at home. Meanwhile my neighbor used to buy Rasmalai which once landed in my house during Diwali. A festival most sought after by me because of the sweets being shared between neighbors. But I always looked forward to Rasmalai, the yellow ones. At times, I got to eat white ones which never could be compared with the softness and yummy taste of the yellow Rasmalai!
When I started going to college, I realized the importance of exercises, yoga and diet. Being an average looking girl and physically fit, I was lucky enough to not get influenced by any extra diet plans. Even after having a sweet tooth, I never put on much weight. Thank god for that. So, I was lucky enough to try Doodhpeda. Once, my father’s colleague had brought it with them. I liked it so much that from that day on, it was always available in my fridge. There was not a single day when there was not any Doodhpeda at home. My father ate it before going to his office and I ate it, well, anytime! In one of the personality development sessions that I attended, I asked the main anchor that what my ‘addictions’ to sweets signifies. He replied that it meant that I cannot resist temptation!!
And what’s more, as I am typing this post, my mother is in the kitchen and I can smell the sweet kheer in the air……...