JalebiA sweet with emotions..

We Indians loves sweets. Our celebrations, Festivals, Holy rituals or may it our good newses, every occasion is incomplete without sweets. Every sweets and it's taste has a memory for everyone's life.

In a busy day of winter. Suddenly Raja brought some goods from the local market of Budaguda, a small tribal village. I had no time for check out the shopping bag. I went to school in hurry. After a rush working day I returned home and finished my leftovers works as usually. Then saw the shopping bag. There were some veges and masalas and also a small packet rapped with sal leafs. I opened the rapping and saw bright orangy big round round Jalebis. . welled up my eyes inthe memories of my Nana. . my grandmother, she loved Jalebis very much. She had always complaining my Dada, my grandfather why didn't he brought Jalebis from Hat (local market). I had jalebis those days but had not those persons who loved it. These sweets had no sweetness because of the bitter memories. I had no reasons to ate Jalebi. But still I had those Jalebis that day without any reason and without any celebrations. Just had to finished those.

But after some day I have been to know that my mother-in-law loves Jalebis. And after heard this I had a blissy smile. And desperately said to Raja to bring Jalebis. I packed and sent to Maa, my mother in law and ate the rest. The Jalebis of that day had a very sweetest taste and jucy may because of the bitter memories are started to fade now. And I have a new reason to back Jalebis in my life again.

Life is unpredictable and more rounds like Jalebi. . . .