
A freelance contributor in Hoshiarpur recounts how her father used the simple ritual of sharing golgappas at a street cart to teach her patience, the courage to ask for what brings happiness,…
A freelance contributor in Hoshiarpur recounts how her father used the simple ritual of sharing golgappas at a street cart to teach her patience, the courage to ask for what brings happiness, and the satisfaction found in modest pleasures. The lessons, she writes, were imparted not through lectures but through the quiet, unhurried moments they shared together.
Over the years, her father stopped eating golgappas as age and health took priority, but the wisdom he packed into those crispy shells endures. She concludes that true happiness often lives not in luxury, but in ordinary evenings, roadside conversations, and familiar flavours shared with loved ones.
This gentle column risks being dismissed as sentimental fluff, but that misses its sharpest insight, that meaningful parenting often happens not in planned 'quality time' but in the unglamorous margins of daily life. The fashionable narrative today pits modern, achievement-focused parenting against nostalgic tales of simpler times. A better reaction: watch for the quiet rituals in your own family. Not every lesson needs to be a TED talk; some arrive in a paper plate of golgappas.
Source: hindustantimes.com
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