The touch of mother's hand and the genuine taste of chitai pitha.

My mother has come to visit our house. Hearing this news, a different kind of joy works in my mind. Mother's arrival means that the atmosphere of the house suddenly becomes lively. Since mother's arrival, the house has become festive and along with it, my routine has also changed a little. Even in the midst of everyday busyness, mother's presence is giving me new energy. Her compassionate gaze and touch of affection bring absolute satisfaction to my heart.

Having my mother near, we suddenly planned to make pitha last evening. I told my mother, "Mom, let's not go, today we will make chitai pitha." My mother happily agreed. Then our great sacrifice of making pitha began. Mother and daughter spent quite some time making the yeast for chitai pitha with rice powder and salt. Along with this, to enhance the taste of the pitha, mother also mixed some coriander leaves in the yeast. This process of making pitha is very enjoyable for me. When mother was skillfully arranging the pitha on the hot clay pot, and I was sitting next to her and helping her, those moments are very precious to me.

After the pitha was made, we all ate hot chitai pitha together. Mother extended the pitha made by her own hands towards me, and as soon as I tasted the first taste of pitha, many old memories flashed before my eyes. What a wonderful taste! The wonderful mixture of coriander leaves and coconut enhanced the taste of the pitha several times. It was as if the touch of mother's hands made the ordinary taste of chitai pitha extraordinary. The whole house was buzzing with the smell of pitha. At the same time, seeing mother's smile filled my heart with joy.

Honestly, there is no taste like mother's cooking anywhere else. Mother's love is mixed with every meal. This beautiful moment of making pitha yesterday will always be memorable to me. I will never forget my mother's love and the taste of this wonderful pitha in her hands. After eating pitha, we chatted with my mother and told many old stories. When my mother told me funny stories from our childhood, we both laughed. Every moment spent with my mother is a blessing for me. I want my mother to always be healthy and stay with us like this.