My day-to-day schedule is busy and boring at the same time. It does get quite monotonous. There are several moments when I get so frustrated or sleep deprived and I am always tired. Then something amazing happens, making every bit so worth it. Like the Mothers Day weekend, which could have been a typical lunch out weekend, but it twirled into quite an action-packed one.
Growing up, I don’t recall any special occasion when rice pudding was not prepared. Be it a birthday, after exam celebrations, any festival or a family get-together, this creamy comfort-in-a-bowl always made an appearance. This ritual is still followed religiously. And I still lick the bowl clean, every single time.