Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️

25.

"Daniyal, Ab kya hua hai? Aap pareshan kyu hain?" Baba asked after sitting beside me, a maid served us tea which I didn't want to have.

(Daniyal, what happened now?  Why are you so upset?)

"Koi masla nhi hai baba, main Bilkul theek hu)

(No Baba, all good.)

"Achha? Lagta to nhi hai."

(I doubt )

"Nothing new! You don't trust me usually!" I sigh and lift the cup of tea

"Daniyal Masla kya hai?" This time Baba was sounding very serious, and cherry on the top, Ammi also joined her husband to fire same question on me.

(Daniyal what's wrong?)

"Kazmi Sahab, main bhi dekh rahi hu, kuch to masla hai lekin aapke bete kuch batate hi nhi hain."

(Mr Kazmi, I'm also seeing him worried but he doesn't share anything.)

"Ammi baba, bohot bada masla hai aap log nhi samajh sakte. Rehne dijiye." I put down the cup on the coffee table and the color of my parents' face was gone.

(Ammi Baba, you leave this matter, it's very complicated.)

"Aap se zyada tajurba hai hamara, ho sakta hai is masle ka hal hamare paas ho, aap batain to sahi." Ammi asked and I nodded before sighing dramatically.

(We're more experienced than you, maybe we can help you, at least share what's in your mind.)

"Ammi baba, ek baat samajh nhi aati... Bohot arsa ho gya is kashmakash mein hu, din raat sochta hu lekin kabhi bhi samajh nhi aaya."

(Ammi baba, I don't understand one thing. It has been a long time, I am in this dilemma, I think day and night but never understood.)

"Daniyal masla kya hai?" baba place his hand on my shoulder and Ammi lovingly stared at me, as if she was feeling my pain. A pain I'm hiding behind the curtain of my smile from a long time.

(Daniyal what's the matter?)

"To masla ye hai ki chai mein ilaichi itni achhi aur biryani mein itni buri kyu lagti hai?" After all, I shared one of the biggest matter of this world. "Aap dono ke paas koi hal hai is masle ka?" I asked while sipping the tea and they both exchanged their looks while blinking blankly.

(So the matter is... Why does cardamom taste so good in tea and so bad in biryani?)

(Do you both have any solution for this issue?)

"Is this an issue?" Baba asked and I shrugged like an innocent man. "Yes, baba."

"Fine, I have a solution!" I raised my brow on the overwhelming reply from my mother. "And what's that pretty lady?"

"Aap shadi kar lein, phir biwi ke hath ki biryani mein ilaichi bhi buri nhi lagegi."

("If you get married, then even cardamom will not taste bad in the Biryani cooked by your wife.)

"Ye kesa ajeeb o gareeb hal nikala hai aapne, ammi?"

(What kind of weird solution is this, Ammi?)

"Jesa aapka masla tha mene wesa hi hal bhi nikal diya." Ammi shrugged proudly and I laughed.

(The solution is as weird as the issue.)

"Ammi you're great."

"Biwi kiski hai? Great to hogi hi na." As usual, baba didn't let go a single chance when he praise himself along with his wife. But the main topic is, I successfully diverted their mind from the main topic.