Of late, I have taken a little change from my normal routine. Everyday, I used to slave an hour and a half in the morning in some pathetic traffic to get to office and a little over an hour in the evening to get back home. For a couple of weeks, I was without a vehicle to commute and my colleague introduced me to the joy of metro riding. Even though I knew it was convenient, I always thought it was crowded and liked to excuse myself from it for so many unjustifiable reasons. But once I started using it, it made me realise how much stress it takes away from me. The ride is exactly 30 minutes to the nearest station to my office, which is followed by a 5-8 minute walk. With the climate getting better, I started using it and now even though I have a vehicle for myself now – Alhamdulillah!, I still prefer to catch the metro.
I still start at the same time from home, but it takes me around 30 to 40 minutes to get to the station. From there the ride, in which most of the time I doze off and I am awake by the time my station is reached. I sincerely hope I don’t oversleep. 😉 This is followed by a warm up walk, like I call it! The same schedule happens vice versa while coming back. My time of reaching home has overshot by around 20 minutes, partly due to the fact that the Maghrib (sunset) prayers are early now and I catch up with it at a mosque close the station before heading towards home. But still, I really don’t mind that extra time since I feel really relaxed of not having to take the stress of traffic, and that feeling has been immense. I take the metro whenever I can and only if I get held up in intial traffic that reaching the station becomes a bit late, I drive off directly to work. I am really hoping I continue this without breaking the habit. 🙂
On my parent’s plot back home, D is trying his level best to make it fertile. My umma’s sister’s (eleema as we call) house is right in front and when they were working on their plot, they had put some mango trees and one sapota tree in our plot as well. By the time D and umma got settled, all of them grew to become very fruitful trees, Alhamdulillah. Whenever it’s mango season, umma tells that they feel guilty of eating the mangoes all by themselves since there would be so much that even distributing would not suffice. She would sent some over in case some relatives are coming empty handed. Same is the case of the sapota tree. It is a small one, just about my height but it gives out so much fruit all throughout the year, MaShaAllah. The only problem is the ripening. By the time it ripens, the crows and the squirrels come, have a bite and throw it off. You can’t even use them, can you? So both of them keep a close watch and try to pluck as much as possible whenever it is closing on to becoming ripe.
Since umma knows B and I love sapota, umma tries to send a small consignment at least three times a year. I love to eat it whole, including the skin, while B loves it blitzed. Whenever I feel guilty of eating up most of it, I blitz a big glass of this for him as his after-work drink. 😀 HD is not very fond of it, so I get to eat his portion! 😉 I used to always make this with a pinch of cardamom till my colleague said that a juice shop guy back home had told him that they add a nice heaped tablespoon of Horlicks into their chickoo shakes. What a discovery! It just doubles the maltiness of the shake! It does help a lot having foodie colleagues, isn’t it? 😉 Off to the recipe…