It has been a hot, humid day thus far. Finally, in the afternoon, the glare of the Sun is hidden by clouds, grey, dark grey and now black. The clouds hang low in the sky, waiting for a signal to let go of the heavy water drops they are patiently bearing. I stand on my balcony, watching. The birds are waiting, the green leaves are parched, and waiting. The humidity is killing.
In a few minutes, plop, plop, the rain drops fall down..huge heavy drops, reveling in their free fall from the heavens. Big drops, falling faster now, sheets of silver gray, as they beat against the windows and fall on my potted plants. The trees enjoy this fresh wash as they sway in the gentle wind that blows with the rain, now this side, now that side.
I allow the rain drops to fall on my face, the small needles of water rejuvenate me. Little silver threads moving in a cascade with the wind, the soothing sounds, the gentle flow of water as it touches the earth.
The children are expected from school any moment now. What’s a rainy day, if one is not tucking into something yummy to eat!
I decide to make ‘bajjis’ – potato slices dipped in gram flour batter to which salt, chilly powder and a pinch of asafoetida are added. I pour oil in the wok and switch on the hob. When the oil is heated just enough, I fry the ‘bajjis‘.
As they gurgle and fry in the oil, I make a cup of filter coffee for myself.
The first batch of bajjis is ready, a dollop of tomato ketchup and we’re good to go.I watch the rain from my kitchen; the aroma that’s unique to frying, travels in the air. Tiny wisps of these may have escaped through the bottom of the main door. In a few minutes, the children come trooping in, hair wet, clothes plastered and sniffing the air appreciatively, “Mom, what’s cooking?”
“Bajjis“, I reply.
“Yummy”, they chorus. Golden bajjis with ketchup, washed down with rain!