Maa, why does food always taste better from your plate or when you feed me? It’s the same food, right? Then what changes?
Maa, how did you always give everything to us—your family—without ever asking for anything in return?
Is it just me, or have we all been blessed with the purest form of love—a mother’s unconditional love?
I vividly remember the tantrums I’d throw when a dish I didn’t like was prepared. Yet, somehow, that same dish would taste divine when Matta fed me from her plate. She never once complained about me eating her food or disturbing her peace.
How can love be so selfless, so complete, and without expectations?
“Matta-Aaja, have one bite, beta…”
And little did I know, I would end up eating most of her meal. Yet she would just smile—that enchanting smile.A match made in heaven!
So tell me—does food really taste best from a mother’s plate?
“In an era where we hear things like, “Oh, you’ve put on weight,” in front of a crowd, or chase calorie deficits… I choose to remember the raw, nourishing love of my mother- both for the soul and hunger. In this age of careless remarks,I choose unconditional love—and the timeless teachings of my mom.”– RVA
