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Two-Minute Indulgence - Mrs. B speaks


The wind blows my hair in my eyes as I struggle to put the washing out to dry. The weather has been treacherous lately. Sudden rains and thunderstorms, followed by hours of calm, strong sunshine; only to be caught unawares by strong winds that howl in the narrow passages and tear at the hoardings on the highways.

Oh, I almost forgot! Hello! Myself Mrs. Bhagirathi. The kids in my building call me Mrs. B. I am a housewife. Homemaker, they call me these days. Not that it makes any difference to what I do. But it is a better title it seems.

Anyway, as I was saying, it is important to get all the washing done as early as possible, before the weather turns. And also because, once all the household chores are done, I can sit and concentrate on something that I actually enjoy doing! Like read, for example. Or maybe even get some creative work done. Some gardening. There are always bills to pay, of course. And when everything else fails to hold oneā€™s interest, well, there is always Facebook!

Donā€™t get me wrong. I work too. I work from home, you see? So a certain number of hours are dedicated to work too, no matter what. And then there is always some rather interesting stuff happening on social media all the time.

Say, trending news, for instance! Now that is something I never fail to check out. What is everyone talking about? What has caught the interest of the nation, or even the world? What are celebrities up to? What are film stars up to?  Who is in love with who? Who is out of love with who? Which politicians are making outrageous statements? Which sportsmen areā€¦ uhā€¦ popular? What day is it today? (Not the day of the week, silly, I mean ā€œInternational day of so and soā€¦ā€ that kind of day.) Is there some new campaign going on that I should know about? (No, no, I donā€™t intend to actually participate or anything. But it is always good to know.)

In any case, there is always a lot to do at home. To keep busy. I mean, when the kids, and the husband are at home, I am busy too, of course. But this busy, is the good kind of busy. Oh, did I forget to mention online shopping? Not actual shopping, silly! Online, window shopping! Yeah! Because really, who wants to pick that lovely painted copper bottle that costs a couple of thousand rupees, right? I mean, yes, it is a one-time investment, and it is good to use copper on an everyday basisā€¦but stillā€¦and that super gorgeous one piece dress! Now that I wouldnā€™t mind paying a small fortune forā€¦if only it was available in my size :(

So, where was I? Yes, the good kind of busy. Something that am sure many women, just like me, like to be. All women. Of any age, or ethnicity, or faithā€¦ just about all women enjoy being this good kind of busy.

And as part of this good kind of keeping busy, there are a lot of things to do. Earlier there used to be stitching or drawing or painting or embroidery, or making pickles and things like that. Now, there are other things to do (in addition to all the before mentioned activities, of course!) There are audio books to listen, there are many videos to watch and lot of news clips to see and read about. Many videos are inspiring. Some are funny. Many are useful. Some are annoying (especially the ones that make DIY stuff look cool and simple and easy; until you actually try it out!) And then there are some which are controversial.

Like the one I read about a few days back. About a certain scene from a certain recent movie, and how a certain actress who acted in the scene was trolled for it mercilessly. (I am quite adept at picking up juicy news, see?)

There were reports of people trolling this particular actress on Twitter and also making a lot of jokes (no surprise there) about this particular scene that she was involved in. And as happens many times when someone is singled out and trolled (not only on social media, in real life tooā€¦) she was left alone to defend herself.

There were articles written, memes circulated and jokes cracked. Some were against the trolling. Some enjoyed it. Some spoke against the scene. Some spoke against the trolling. Well, a lot happened in that particular ā€˜trendingā€™ section. And I lapped up all the news and all the interesting titbits (like am sure many others did too).

What do you know! A supposed two minute indulgence ā€“ and a two week trolling episode! It is just amazing to see sometimes, how much free time people have on their hands! Hmm. Not to mention the fact that such things make for interesting reading. Not to mention putting ideas in peopleā€™s headsā€¦

Anyway, so, just the other day, as part of this ā€œkeeping busy of the good kind,ā€ I decided it was time to try out a ā€˜two minute indulgenceā€™ of my own.

It didnā€™t seem all that difficult when I watched the video. And it felt kind ofā€¦promisingā€¦.. like it would leave a good aftertasteā€¦

And so I took two spoons of flour, two spoons of sugar, two spoonful of milk, one spoon of cocoa, one egg, one spoonful of vanilla essence; and I whisked them all together in a mug and put the mug in the microwave for two minutes. And after the two minutes, I was greeted with a brilliantly sinful aroma of my very own chocolate brownie. In a mug, no less! My very own two minute indulgence!
Well, let me tell you, it tasted awesome! Sinful. Indulgent. And it surely left a great aftertaste. Whatā€™s more, I paired it with strong black coffee! Ah, heavenly, I tell you! Lip-smacking!

You must try it too!

So, that was my two minute indulgence in my otherwise chaotic day. How about you? What is your two minute indulgence? What keeps you sane? Donā€™t forget to let me know in the comments, okay?

Okay, bye then!

Comments

  1. My my! I loved that brownie! šŸ’Ÿ Will try it out someday, once my oven gets a good servicing.

    My two minute indulgence? Umm .. Actually. All of my indulgences are the 2 hour kind. Two minutes are too short for an indulgence, I feel. So, I read, blog, catch a good movie on Netflix, go for a walk, or day dream! And, as you said, FB is always there, with its adorable animal videos, which I just love! And my Sudoku! šŸ˜…

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  2. My two my two minutes indulgence is definitely my cup of tea in the morning. That alone time does me wonders. Loved the post.

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  3. Haha... Being the housewife alas homemaker myself, I agree how busy we are during the day, of course in a good way šŸ˜Š The social media had a prominent role to play in this. Does it take only 2 minutes to make a brownie in the microwave? I should make it for evening snack for myself, after all I am the birthday girl.

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  4. Hot Chocolate is my 2 minute indulgence.

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  5. Sounded like my life.. starting the day with the biggest objective, monsoons will be here soon need to finish up all the big laundry. :) Very interesting writing. I enjoyed reading this.

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