I don’t think I have eaten that many parathas during my entire life before pregnancy as many as I have eaten during my pregnancy till now.. Mostly every evening after work PK has kneaded the dough and made hot-hot parathas for me. With little bit ghee on top, just like how my Mum would have made for me.
With the last paratha, he sometimes prepares the sugar, ghee roll just like how my Mum would have made for me. (We eat half-half of that roll)
It was hard to carry my heavy handbag to work that is filled with umbrella, wallet, keys, lunch, snacks, coconut water, chocolate milk, plain water etc so PK bought me a bag-pack so that I can walk comfortably with my growing belly. Just like how my Dad bought me new school bag with broad shoulder straps when he saw my bag was overloaded with books and stuff 🙂
Sometimes PK gives me head massage. He sitting on the sofa, me sitting down on the floor and enjoying the oil-maalish. aah such a bliss. Just like how my Mum used to do it every Sunday evening for me. Sometimes, when I open my eyes after oil massage, I feel that when I will turn around I will see my Mum sitting behind me, giving me empty bowl of oil which she used to warm up the oil..
I had this craving to eat vegetable grilled sandwich last weekend. Although it was raining very heavily, PK drove me to the Indian restaurant 45 minutes far from our place. Same like how my Dad would have done. He also cannot say No. I ordered what I was craving – noodles and sandwich and faluda. Although I was happy to share with him, I asked him to order something that he would like to eat, we have came so far for Indian fast food, I was sure he would also like to order something special for him. But he, same like my dad, was happy to order, pay and bring plates, tissues, water etc but he did not wanted to order for himself. “No.. no.. you eat, I dont want to eat anything” Pk said this and ate few bites from my each plate!! Same.. Ditto like Dad!!
When I scratch myself because of itchines, PK asks me to not to scratch but slowly pat the hands on effected area so that I dont get rashes. When I am not able to stop scratching myself with my nails, he moves my hands away and he starts rubbing my feet & hands slowly. Same to same.. Ditto like how my Mum used to do it for me when I got skin infection during school times. When I told this to PK, he started laughing and then started talking to me like how my Mum talks to me. Calling me by same name as my Mum calls me. This guy.. I tell you!!! 😀