Amma! You have kept the pickle. I have also kept a lot of mango pickles. I have also made sour-sweet mango pickles, dry noncha, oil, sweet raita, mango chhuda, and also made dry ground amchur. Always think that I will not put pickles, but when mango comes, I do not mind, I put it, but if I eat it, I do not like the sour, spicy, pungent pickle of your hands, I do not like the pickle of my hands, I saw the name itself watering in my mouth, you will not put pickles for me, Kavya said to her mother Vani. Well, when the pickle is in Amma's hands, then why did I make so many pickles, what will happen to it?
Just as I like the pickle made by your hands, in the same way, my sister-in-law also likes the pickle made by her mother, but I still put it.
Our daughter Rani has become very mature, she has learned to save her relationships very well. We love to hear that you think so much of your sister-in-law. Well tell me, you give her so much respect, she also respects you so much. Respect that it is only one-sided.
No mother! It is not one-sided, it is from both sides. You have been taught that only if the relationship is maintained from both sides, it will work. You know that because of being the only one, your mother was very dear to her, Vaidehi didi, mother-in-law to her. Never used to get any work done, never even got a glass of water from here to there, then this pickle, etc. was a far-fetched thing.
That's the son! You never even tried all these things here, but by going to the in-laws' house, I made more variety of pickles than me. I didn't expect the girl who didn't know how to use spices, she was like this. She puts the pickles. I still can't believe that to grind a little chutney, she used to put chilies in her hands, she mixes spices with her hands in so many pickles, now your hands don't get jealous.
Irritation is still there, mother! But you do not feel it because whoever you are not there to blow with your mouth, even if a slight sigh came out of your mouth, you would have heard this fragility is not going to work here.
Mother-in-law never used to get any work done by a sister-in-law, but when she used to come to work with me against the wishes of her mother, then both of us used to get scolded. When I used to cook food, she used to stand beside me and used to say, Sister-in-law! Mother will not let me learn anything, but you must teach me to cook. When I used to cook something, I would call her by voice and that too. Would come.
It was lovely here, but after marriage, the in-laws also got the same. As long as there was a mother-in-law, she used to send everything every Teej festival, every season's pickles, mungauri, and Badiyas were prepared and sent so that her daughter would not have to make it to her in-laws' house. Vaidehi didi never made all this. After the passing of her mother-in-law, she never asked me for anything that Sister-in-law! You should make such a thing and send it, there is a lot of hesitation but mother! I felt as if I feel liked my mother. He must have missed the pickle made by his mother's hands in the same way, but he hesitated and stopped saying it. I felt very bad since then I started pouring pickles for him.
When he sent them after filling them in the jars, his happiness knew no bounds, his call came immediately. Sister-in-law! Everyone in the house ate the pickle of your hands with a lot of chutney with mathri. Everyone liked it very much. I said Hey you guys all finished in one day. Don't do it, my sister-in-law has sent it for me, I will keep it very carefully. Your Nandoi Ji does not eat food without pickles. Sister-in-law! I thought that after my mother's departure, I will not get the aroma and taste of pickles like her, but your pickle is much better than that, and even better is the feeling of love and belongingness that you mixed in the spices of mango pickle. He is precious to me.
I was very happy to hear these things about her that mother and father do not always sit but sister-in-law's relationship is beautiful. And if you are full of love, you will not even feel the lack of a mother. We both understand very well what Vaidehi didi is to me and what I am to her. Kavya's voice got wet while saying. We are proud of our daughter queen, always keeping the relationships of our in-law’s maternal home like this, we will never feel lonely, and these relations will always smell like pickle spices. Saying Dalo Veena Ji hung up the phone and thought, I don't know when these daughters become so responsible. After all, if it comes, it is not the effect of your mother, you also send pickles to your sisters-in-law till today, said Veena Ji's husband Viren Ji with a laugh.
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