Mushrooms

This has become one of my quick fixes. It is simple and quick to make.
These come out really good.

500 gms Button Mushrooms chopped into 1 inch cubes
1 onion finely chopped
2 green chillies
1 cup milk
1 tbsp black pepper
1 tbsp oil

Heat oil in a pan. Put in the green chillies and let them splutter. Add the onions and fry till golden brown.
Now add the mushrooms and salt. Cover for a few minutes. The mushrooms will get cooked in their own moisture.
Once the mushrooms are half cooked, uncover the pan and let the water evaporate.
Once dry, add the cup of milk, and let the mushrooms soak up the milk.
After the milk has reached a creamy texture, take it off the heat.
Sprinkle powdered black pepper over it and serve hot.

Mmmmmmmmm...............................

Dad.

The thought reminds me of the smiling brown eyes, the reassuring face, the feeling of uncoditional love, immense respect.
Dad has always been my pillar of strength. When in doubt, I would walk upto him and he would say something that would make all my obstacles nonexistient, my issues too fickle to ponder over, life too perfect.

I remember when I was a little girl, and if it was a special day, or dad was feeling like it, I would'nt have to take the bus to school.
He would drop me. I would be this little girl in a blue school uniform sitting in the front seat of a mahindra jeep beside a tall, handsome man in a dark grey uniform, tan brown shoes and aviators.
I would sit there looking at Dad.... falling in love with him. Every day....... Reached school, I would get off . He would call out "Mumma", I would turn around he would slip a ten rupee note in my shirt pocket and say "dont tell Ma and finish your tiffin also", and wink at me.

He was all that mattered to me.. I would mentally figure out what he would appreciate and what he would despise. Never would I mention what he didnt like.
It would'nt bother me what others thought as long as I had his support.

There was this time I was perturbed about what was in store for the future, wether I would succeed or fail. I called him up and said. "I might fail. I might dissapoint you". He replied "So....?".
I was quiet.
He said "I dont love you because you are successful. I love you because you are my daughter. Your failure or success will not define or change my love for you. I will still be at your side. "
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He is the giver, the shield.
He would brave the tough life, not think about what he needed to take care of our whims.
Be this awesome filter which would let only the good pass. Never let the murk get through.

Today, he is losing this strength.... he not willing to acknowledge it.
He needs to be taken care of. Dosent allow it.
We have grown up. Dosent believe it.

I fell helpless...
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I know that no man will ever love me like he does.

Love you dad....