According to people , love doesn’t have any meaningful defination. But in an argument it does. Some people say you can’t measure it but may be in future the technology will make it possible. Research, controversy about love is the whole universe since the animal kingdom has started its journey. Where can’t you find love? It’s everywhere.. in your daily life and in yourself.
I tend to ask sometimes do I love myself? Ofcourse I do and I do say to myself sometimes ” I love you MD”. Do that to yourself and make a love smile in your face😊.
For me I try to find love and spread it whenever I can. And my Beloved mom told me in my dream ” Son acquire it and spread it, you will get yours back”
In my uncertain life I brought love in a valentine’s Day with my hand made Somosa ( snack from Indian subcontinent). Question is why?!!
I used to have a source of love.. It was my beloved Mother who left me suddenly in 2019. I still remember she used to cook good food and take me out in this specific day. I try to find her here and there now. But , I have lost her and her eternal love forever which is very hard to accept. In every exam nights she used to be with me , in every exam day she used take me in the exam hall , she used to fed me, make me shower, scold me, punish me, teach me , take me to picnics , celebrations and many things. I used to cry if she hits me ( she was a school headteacher and it’s bit normal in our traditional mom’s sometimes very strict). It was easy to relief my griveings by crying that time. But I can’t cry now, even I cry the griveings of loosing her doesn’t surpluses my love and memories with her. Well getting back to the “Somosa”. Mom used to make somosa sometimes for my school tiffin. Specially in the valentine’s Day.
Those somosas was the best ones. And yet to add I loved them. I was grown up in middle class teacher family. So because of my mom and her love I never inherited any bad habit or being very naughty. That love she used to sow inside those somosa still comes to my dream.
After nearly 4 years or so I made my mom’s recipe Somosa. Her love and affection on the ones she used to make could not be justified or made back but her loving memory on those has brought me back to this nostalgia.
My mom was my valentine. So, today I am bearing that mother’s love in my Somosa to my Son who l go to see every Sunday. I have tried to carry my mom’s love in mine and transfer it to my little man today. I have only one valentine’s in my life atm. It’s my little man.
My valentine’s journey with Somosa is running now in a train. I will see the little man and we will celebrate the valentine’s Day to with Somosa togather. Mom wherever you are just to let you know I am trying, I wish you could be here with me and your grandson.
Long live ” Love ” & ” Motherly Love” to everyone’s heart and True Love always wins and it creates the connection which cannot be justified in the universe. Have a wonderful ” Valentine’s day everyone with your loved ones. MD
Racipe of my mom’s Somosa: Chicken , flour, black seeds, peanut, green peas, onion, tomato, panchpuron( mixherbs seeds), potato, mix spice powder, salt, cooking oil. Cooking instructions can be shared upon request. 🧑🏽🍳😊🙏🏼💞🎁🤩