"Family recipe. I make the paste from scratch," Rhadika grinned, tucking into her own meal. She clearly liked the way Freddie spoke about Armaan. Armaan did too; it gave him little butterflies!
"I'm so proud of Armaan," Rhadika agreed. "He gave up so many things, my darling boy. And he never once complained. Have you seen him on the television? I recorded it, I can show you the tape!"
"Oh, mommmmmmm," Armaan protested, "you can't show him that! I had an internship and they let me do the weather reporting at four am because hardly anyone was awake then. But my mother sure was! Primed with her VCR and a blank video cassette."
"I have to keep my VCR, that is the only way I can watch all the videos of you all as babies! Oh, Freddie, I have one of Armaan's first school play. It's darling."
Armaan put down his fork and he pointed at his mother, "you and that VCR have too much power."
"He kept waving at me from stage!" Rhadika said, ignoring Armaan who groaned and buried his head in his hands.