And so it came to pass

that I found myself in a pastry shop in the dead of noon, while the world was busy with earning an honest living, trying hard to evaluate which of the sugar laden delights beckoning seducatively from the display counter would do the worst possible damage to said waistline gone to waste. How did this worst case scenario come to pass, you ask? How did it happen that the kleptomaniac was let loose in the departmental store with the security cameras switched off and the guards with their feet up on chairs and caps covering their snoring faces? Hunger. Pure and simple hunger. Blame it on the weather. Blame it on my metabolism. Blame it on my complete lack of discipline and focus on whittling down the waist to fitting within pants without muffin top falling gracefully over waistband size. In my defence, my day starts at 6 am. And I donot have breakfast. I survive on a cup of tea till lunchtime. Tea with sugar. I kill myself with the guilt over the sugar. Yes, yes. Unhealthy, but laziness and a lack of inclination to make myself any breakfast before the cook arrives are to be blamed. And anyway, the morning is so rushed that one doesnt actually get the time to even think about ingesting anything solid, and preparing it myself??? Blasphemy. Therefore, when it came to pass that strange cramps gripped my stomach and twisted it into various combinations that began from the mild to the fullblown seemingly uterine contractions of labour I wondered whether, unknown to me, I had passed the ninth month point without noticing it. A sort of fast forward to delivery point with no morning sickness. But it was not to be. And when the head began swimming, I knew. This was something I had never allowed myself to feel before. These were the feelings of a stomach deprived of food to digest. Anger at not being given the opportunity to do the task God set before it. And the swimming feeling, and the blackingout sensation was sugar levels gone awry. Therefore the pastry. Therefore the shop. And therefore the greed that made me buy two big boxes comprising five of them sugar bombs each. You never know. Tomorrow is another day. Forewarned is forearmed. I sail forth tomorrow with a pastry in a box. Low sugar levels can be dangerous I believe.

Do you think the fact that the weather is hovering around the 11 degree celsius mark in Mumbai is adding to the hunger levels? All I can seem to do is dream of immensely fattening and fried foods. Plates loaded with piping hot bhajias and pakoras set before me, with adrak wali chai hot off the kettle. Thick chicken soup, the way mom made it when I was snorting my gills out with a bad cold in my childhood. Even khichdi. Piping hot khichdi with dollops of ghee dribbled over it, with fried papad. Yes, none of these will do nice things to my waistline. But I digress. I seem to be on a food overdrive. Is this what they mean by winter hibernation of the animals? Eat till you burst and then sleep it off. Sure could do with that.


About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published eight books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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6 Responses to And so it came to pass

  1. dipali says:

    Hey, all of that stuff sounds good! How about a couple of pieces of toast with your morning chai? Sugar levels plummeting don’t sound good.
    Pastries and pakodas certainly do:)


  2. DotMom says:

    I have soooo been there. But try eating *something* in the morning. A handful of nuts, a piece of low fat cheese or multigrain toast. For almost 15 years, I skipped breakfast. I used to head out to the vending machine when sugar levels dropped to get a fix, only to find that a few hours later, sugar levels would plummet further and I would crash. Eat something in the morning. That’s the healthiest thing to do. (OK now you can go get the stick and beat me up for writing all this :-))

    OTOH, send a plate of pakoras here, will ya, pleaseeeee?


  3. jayashri says:

    are you telling my story about weakness for yummy fud, minus skipping the breakfast part. Everytime i go to the indian stores for goceries some unknown force pulls me towards “bengal sweets” and i am so helpless and end up buying sweets. once the box is finihsed i promise myself,” no second box”. but again the same unknown force pulls me to bengal sweets.
    on a serious not you should never skip breakfast, tats the most important meal of the day. may be u could keep a packet of bread, crackers, cornflakes handy.
    oatmeal does wonders. try it.


  4. birdseyeview says:

    Have just gorged on makai ki roti and sarson ka saag at Bengali Market in Delhi today, in the midst of a so-called diet!


  5. Kiran Manral says:

    Dipali: Morning chai is impossible to eat anything while packing brat’s tiffin, rousing him from sleep, bathing him, getting him dressed and getting some brekkie into him. So now am packing some fruits to munch on the way to office. Healthier I hope.And I eat something once I reach.

    Dotmom: One parcel pakoras coming up. But now am packing a fruit with me, and some biscuits.

    Jayshri: Yup, have taken it seriously. Now at least down something once I reach office, even if it is bread and butter.

    Birdseyeview: What is it about the chill that makes one just want to eat eat and eat?


  6. "Sunshine" says:

    that strong will to keep myself off GYM makes me contious about anything I keep in my mouth 🙂
    3 months with a regualr oatmeal breakfast !! Dont I deserve a pat on my back ? 😛


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