Living
in times when nuclear families
prefer to eat out
order festival dinners
be it onam, pongal or diwali...
Pleasant surprise awaited us
when a senior level boss invited team
for a dinner
before Christmas eve...
Crystal clear was intent of host
of “no compromise"
on the personal touch
therefore, living room of residence
instead of a mere hotel
served as our dinner venue
Commencing with the traditional
wine and cake
the better half of host
had shaped each dish
with love and her own hands
Short eats before main course
and mouth watering main-course
veg & non veg
to suit palates,
meeting individual needs of guests over twenty
with a fitting finale of homemade desserts!
Each guest attended to by host
food served by his sprightly sons
ever smiling, asking "want more"
and refilling plates with gusto
When the host expressed regret
for inconveniences of seating
I wondered "what inconvenience?"
a waiter, an ambiance or foreign chef
can never replace
personalized love & care
or home cooked food
For there's no better food
than home cooked food and
there's no better attention
than personalized attention!
NB: This poem is based on an actual incident/ invitation in the
year 2014.
So true! And yet it's a fading memory...
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
Thank you Deepa.Wish you a wonderful new year too!
ReplyDeleteTrue, nothing like a home cooked meal.
ReplyDeleteThank you Saru!
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