My mother was a working woman. She worked in a bank, so every morning she had to leave home at a fixed time. There were days when she simply did not have the time to cook a full meal for us. On those days, she would make this simple fish curry with whatever vegetables were available at home.
Potato was almost always there, but sometimes it was papaya, carrot, cauliflower, ridge gourd, pointed gourd, or any other vegetable she could find. We used to call it machher torkari. With hot rice, this simple dish was one of my favourites.
Many years passed. I was living alone in Delhi when, during the Covid days, this dish suddenly came back to my mind. I had tested positive, was weak and could not go out. Cooking was also difficult. But I had some fish and vegetables at home, so I made this curry and kept eating it for the next three or four days. Somehow, it felt comforting.
Yesterday, after a full day at college, I came home tired. I did not really have the energy to cook anything elaborate, but my daughter was asking me to make something. So I looked at what we had and made this fish curry.
And as soon as it was cooking, those old memories came back. My mother, her rushed mornings before going to the bank, and that simple plate of rice and machher torkari. It is funny how some dishes stay with us. Years can pass, you can live in another city, and life can change completely, but one familiar taste can take you straight back home.
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