You Are My love (Edited)

Chapter 34

Avni

Don't know what exactly she is pondering on since that event in Neil's house, Mamma is distinguishably appearing too quiet these days. Or May be she is missing Didu, soon Didu will be back from her honeymoon. She is going to meet us next week. Zealously looking forward to that, we will have a great time.

Mamma and Sweta Mom may would go for shopping around any of the beginning days in this coming week, besides it could be considered some sort of Didu's Astamongola Rituals (patphere) that hasn't been performed yet as she had to go for honeymoon at the end of next two days after their wedding.

It was Sunday morning, I'm having my morning green tea. Mamma is busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen and Dadda was fully riveted into marinating the Pomfret. He had personally brought them from the Market this morning. According to him they are the best quality he has found undergoing few rounds of several stalls there.

This morning before I had woken up around 8 and reached downstairs to grab my morning tea and breakfast Dadda had already left. He had already drove to the market, brought some more kinds of fishes at the best price.
Ayan is coming for lunch this afternoon then we have plans for shopping. He need some furniture for his new apartment and other necessary household stuffs.

Pomfret is one of my favourite fishes. It is a great source of calcium, vitamins A and D, and B vitamins, including Vitamin B12, vital for the nervous system. It also offers iodine, critical for the thyroid gland. A useful brain food, the pomfret is good for eyesight and healthy hair and skin.

Dadda is a great cook. Among some few fancy bengali dishes, out of lot he is best in preparing marinated fried fishes. Khannas are very fond of them, especially Prakash Uncle and Aman.
They both are in love with our Bengali fish recipes. Originally the recipes are from Dada's grandma's little hand notebook. She had named it as 'Amar Ranna'( my recipe)

Dad had discovered it from his Mom's room years back. It was at her place. We went there on her funeral, our paternal ancestors' home in kolkata. While reminiscing  her memories, reliving her longings in his room, Dadda and kaakai (Father's younger brother) found it from a giant wooden Almirah granny used to keep all her clothes.

That piece of work was nicely laid inside a secret drawer along with some other official documents. Decades long ago my grand-granny had passed it to my granny, Dada's maa; Amma, few days before she had passed away.
And now it's with us, thanks to Dadda. He brought it home as kaakai's wife kakimoni isn't much fond of cooking or any other household stuffs.  Fundamentally she runs a huge Orphanage house of her own, she is the founder. Kakimoni hardly gets time to do such stuffs any related to household aside if they are necessary, equivalent to her twins kids. Jhum and Tuk, my two cousins preparing for ISC next year.
And my kaakai Dr.Avinash Roy. He is a renowned Neuro surgeon in one of the best hospitals in kolkata.

"Avi tere pass extra pendrive hoga!!" My chain of thoughts broke by the voice emerged in through the entrance door I have last heard it yesterday night before I laid in my comfy bed, shut my eyes and drifted into deep slumber.

"Arey Neil! Goodmorning" Dada pirouetted, warmly greeted Neil.

"Good morning uncle" he beamed, greeted him back.

"Good morning Aunty" in reply  Mamma just sent him a small acknowledging node followed by light smile and she got back to her task.
That's bizzare.

"Hoga!" Neil called me out of my daze for the second time.

"Haan hoga. kyu?" I answered him curtly, pushed my thoughts somewhere aside in my brain and my eyes moved to him in torpid.