I miss dinner table conversations

I remember a time when dinners used to center on conversations;

When Dinner table conversations would bring families together,

And when what was spoken at the table used to be way more

Important than what was being eaten. Food was for the soul then.

 

That was a time when we grew up in the absence of social media

But we flourished in the presence of our parents and family.

Food was neither ordered from outside nor cooked by the cook.

We savored every mouthful because it was cooked by Mum.

 

We grew up; we matured in these dinner time conversations.

Mum would discuss the house woes and the rising costs.

Dad would talk about his day and ask us about our school.

We siblings would tell anecdotes of school or from play.

 

Families actually came together during these conversations.

They actually communicated verbally sans an electronic aid.

Oh Yes! Such was the time of our childhood, it was simpler

It was a time that I miss in my chaotic life that I lead today.


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About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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