It is a
place of worship, my dining table - a befitting temple to the most tempting of
the seven deadly sins, gluttony; a gallery filled with the most scrumptious
works of art known to mankind; a table where sweet, sour, spicy, bitter, and
hot delicacies present themselves in all of their glory, garnished with exotic
spices and flavoured by my mother’s expertise; a thread of connection between
busy family members. It was built in a style no manufacturer of this generation
would ever be able to replicate, with complicated structures made to hold the
heavy ovular table top in place. The rich Malaysian wood has lost its shine
over the years, some of it disintegrating slowly into dust. Leathered seats
that were once the pride of our family have faded into a murky, unappealing
brown shade, bringing upon a look of disgust from visitors. Its elliptical
shape can cater to six full grown adults, but there have been times when I have
seen it open its arms to accommodate more and more family members, never
willing to abandon a strand of hair gone astray. Childish engravings and
colourful drawings add to its beauty, sovereigns of the times numerous children
have played in its lap and spit food on its elegant tabletop. In today’s world,
where parents have no time for their children and children have no patience to
handle their parents, our table brings us together, for that one meal at the
end of the day, where problems are discussed, emotions are shared, and memories
are made. Our dining table has helped me take my first step as a baby, put up
with my frustrated bouts of teenage anger, and watched over me as I made my
place in this world, as it has done for all my ancestors. Houses have changed, people
have changed, and generations have passed, but our dining table has remained a time
machine to transport me back into times long gone and often forgotten. Now it
sits there, empty, waiting for the clock to strike two o’clock pm so that it
may once more be filled with chattering voices and satisfied sighs.
Great read Lahiri!
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ReplyDeleteBeautifully said Lahari!👍
ReplyDeleteThanks man
DeleteI never looked at the dining table, just at the food. But now as I gaze at the table itself, I realise what you mean.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad.
DeleteWell written piece! delicious to the core...I drooled over each syntactic unit and lexical morsel... Keep writing darling:)
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