Sevai


Sevai.

The divine sweetness. Manna from heaven.

Milky and so delicious. You can go on eating and still not feel sated. There’s nothing like it.

You can have it in any which way you like.

Thick, thin, watery, with lots of dry fruits or without, with silver foil or without, with plenty of milk or without.

The taste is extraordinary. It’s the occasion that adds the extra flavour. After 30 days of fasting, sevai is like a prasad, a boon, a gift.

I remember fondly the Eid celebrations when mom was alive. The sevai she made was perfect brown – getting the right colour is in itself an achievement. Then the perfect thickness and the perfect sweetness. In a bowl she would serve the four of us and then sprinkle a spoonful of milk. Ah! The gooey, slushy flavour. The taste still lingers in the memory of my mouth.

Now, wife makes the sevai. A different hand, a different touch, a different tang. Just had a bowlful and don’t feel like eating anything after that, so that the taste doesn’t vanish.

Eating sevai on Eid is like eating modak on Ganesh Chaturthi, fruitcake on Christmas and ravo on Pateti.

Hail Sevai, the sweetest of all dishes

That makes sweeter the Eid wishes

Close your eyes and just eat and eat

Nothing is greater than this treat.

-          NZ

5.6.2019



  

Comments

  1. Shakeel5 June 2019 at 03:36

    Mouth watering blog

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  2. Unknown5 June 2019 at 08:07

    Such a wonderful description, Everything flashed like a movie,,,, ,, ,,

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