My family consists of a lot of different minded people. We rarely see eye to eye on major topics. But we pull along . Some where along the way , all the differences , quite paradoxically, has cemented our bonds. At a get together, lots of food , catering to different palates and tastes have to be cooked . Some are finicky eaters, others (like your’s truly) do not care what is served , so long as it is edible. Not even beverages are spared. Some like coffee, others tea. Some like it black, some milky and sweet. Some love the dog. Some just stare coldly into his eyes. Others shriek at the sight of him. Some love peas, some hate it. Some love meat, others will give meat eaters a wide berth at meal times , igniting furious debates on “benefits of vegetarianism vis-a-vis non vegetarianism”. But we have managed to have some pretty beautiful moments along the way, through the years. Some placid, sitting on the rug and playing scrabble type moments , and some hair-raising ,climbing the hill in pouring rain type moments . But we care for each other, and , in the end , that is what matters.
At a get together, lots of food , catering to different palates and tastes have to be cooked . Some are finicky eaters, others (like your’s truly) do not care what is served , so long as it is edible.
Not even beverages are spared. Some like coffee, others tea. Some like it black, some milky and sweet.
Some love the dog. Some just stare coldly into his eyes. Others shriek at the sight of him.
Some love peas, some hate it. Some love meat, others will give meat eaters a wide berth at meal times , igniting furious debates on “benefits of vegetarianism vis-a-vis non vegetarianism”.
But we have managed to have some pretty beautiful moments along the way, through the years. Some placid, sitting on the rug and playing scrabble type moments , and some hair-raising ,climbing the hill in pouring rain type moments .
But we care for each other, and , in the end , that is what matters.