When It Comes To Laddoos, My Most Fond Memories Are From My Childhood Where Besan Ke Laddoo Were Given

When it comes to laddoos, my most fond memories are from my childhood where besan ke laddoo were given as prashad in hanuman ji temple, in my native place. I love them so much. Even today, when I do eat them, whether from my native place or not, it reminds me of my home🩷

So I made laddoo for the first time today, they turned out to be delicious but while making them I realised it's actually tough. Like 30-40 min lagatar besan bhunna isn't very easy and that brought back the memories from when I was really very young.

I don't remember a time when I didn't throw tantrums over dry fruits in my food. I don't like them. In halwa, kheer, laddoo or anything. So in my childhood when I wanted to eat these things, bringing them from the market was never the option.

My maate used to make them any time I wanted them. And on top of it all, I was very stubborn. So if I wanted to eat something on a certain day then I wanted it that day no matter what.

"keh diya na, bas keh diya" quite like that.

So I asked my mumma today "how come you never complained? You could've just scolded me, and not make these and most probably I would've cried but thode time baad bhool jaati" and she just smiled and said "bachpan se mithaiyon ka shauq pata h kitna h tujhe. Ek barfi k piece milne se dance karti phirti thi" and I asked her "aapko dard nahi hota tha? Mujhe to abhi se ho gya" and at this she replied "hota tha na. But tu khush ho jaati thi aur thik bhi to ho jata tha to kya hi farq padta h."

I love her bhai so so much and I hope to God that at least in some other universe she's living a life much much better than this one. One she actually deserves.