Friday, December 8, 2006
My memories of my Dad and Pakistan are interwoven. We moved out of Pakistan after he passed away and apart for a few times hardly went back.
Th main reason being that my mother had no family of her own in Pakistan, and she couldn't deal with my dad's family.
I remember it bits and pieces. I was 4.
We lived in Rawalpindi and my dad was the Manager of Habib Bank.
Sundays in Punjab, is the day off. For dads to be home.
Every sunday, traditionally a breakfast known as Halwa Puri , is eaten.
Seldom made at home it is generally bought from a sweets shop.
This morning I woke up early for a friday and had a craving to eat halwa puri. So we went and had some.
The Halwa is made with semolina, and the puri's (fried puffed bread) are eaten with a almost pureed concoction of chick peas.
For a few moments, it was like being 4 again........