Set in early 20th century.
The story follows Anirudh Roy Choudhury, who returns to India from London and encounters the tradition of sati. He intervenes by marrying a young girl named Bondita to save her, leading to a transformative journey of love...
This story serves as a delightful witness to the endearing banter between Anirudh and Bondita in the kitchen.
Age details Bondita anirudh roy choudhary - 18 Anirudh roy choudhary - 27 ______________________________
Author's POV
In the heart of the bustling Roy Choudhary Haveli, Anirudh and Bondita found themselves embarking on a culinary adventure in the spacious kitchen. Determined to impress their family with traditional Bengali sweets, they donned aprons and rolled up their sleeves, ready to tackle the challenge ahead.
Anirudh and Bondita found themselves in a predicament, as they were tasked with cooking by Bondita's kaka sasurji to assess her culinary skills upon returning from London. However, without gas stoves for cooking, Bondita struggled due to her familiarity with modern cooking techniques from her time in London. Thankfully, her caring husband, Anirudh, stepped in to assist her, offering his support and understanding during this challenging transition.
Despite Anirudh's lack of experience in the kitchen, he was determined to support Bondita in any way he could. While he may have been a beginner, his willingness to learn and assist Bondita spoke volumes about his commitment to their relationship.
As Anirudh meticulously measured out the flour, Bondita sifted through the sugar, her laughter bubbling up at his earnest attempts. "Careful, Pati babu," she teased, "we don't want to end up with enough sweets to feed the entire neighborhood!"
Anirudh grinned sheepishly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm trying my best, Bondita. Cooking has never been my strong suit, but I'm determined to get it right this time."
Undeterred by their culinary shortcomings, they mixed the ingredients together, the kitchen filling with the aroma of spices and ghee. But disaster struck when Anirudh accidentally knocked over the bag of flour, sending a cloud of white powder billowing into the air.
Bondita shrieked as she was engulfed in a floury haze, her laughter echoing through the kitchen. "Looks like we're having a snowstorm indoors, Pati babu!" she exclaimed, wiping flour from her hair.
Anirudh chuckled, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I guess I got a little carried away with the flour. Let's just hope the sweets turn out better than our kitchen!"
With renewed determination, they shaped the dough into delicate balls and began to fry them in hot oil. But their troubles were far from over as the sweets stubbornly refused to hold their shape, crumbling into pieces in the hot oil.
Bondita watched in horror as their carefully crafted sweets turned into unrecognizable blobs, her laughter bubbling up once again. "Well, they may not look like sweets, but I'm sure they'll still taste delicious, right, Pati babu?" she said, trying to hide her disappointment.
Anirudh sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I suppose you're right, Bondita. As long as they taste good, that's all that matters."
In a last-ditch effort to salvage their dessert, Anirudh and Bondita decided to try a different approach. They abandoned the frying pan altogether and opted to bake the sweets instead. With bated breath, they watched as the treats baked in the old time tested oven,which anirudh have made sure to include in the kitchen for easy cooking hoping for a miracle.
But alas, it was not to be. When they pulled the sweets out of the oven, they were greeted with a charred mess that bore little resemblance to the delicate confections they had envisioned. Anirudh and Bondita exchanged sheepish glances, their faces flushed with embarrassment.
As they surveyed the wreckage of their culinary endeavor, Anirudh and Bondita couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Well, I think it's safe to say that cooking is not our forte, Pati babu," Bondita said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
Anirudh nodded, his own laughter mingling with hers. "I couldn't agree more, Bondita. But in the midst of the chaos, we've created memories that we'll never forget."
Trilochan Roy Chaudhury, the patriarch of the family, observed the scene with a mixture of sternness and warmth. Despite his strict demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment seeing his son and daughter-in-law working together, despite the inevitable culinary challenges. Deep down, he knew that the bond between them was strong, and their willingness to support each other was a testament to their love and commitment. With a silent nod of approval, he acknowledged that with time and effort, Bondita would regain her cooking skills, especially with the help and guidance of her husband and the support of the family.
In the midst of Anirudh and Bondita's laughter and shared embarrassment, they decided to summon their trusted maid, Koeli, and tasked her with preparing a simple yet delicious meal for the entire family.
"Koeli didi, could you please prepare something special for everyone?" Bondita asked with a smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Koeli nodded eagerly, her culinary skills well-known throughout the haveli. "Of course, bahurani. I'll whip up something delicious for dinner."
As koeli bustled about the kitchen, Anirudh and Bondita watched with gratitude, thankful for her unwavering support and culinary expertise. And as they sat down to enjoy the meal she had prepared, surrounded by their family, they knew that despite their kitchen catastrophe, they were still able to share a moment of warmth and connection amidst the chaos of everyday life. ______________________________
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This is the kind of traditional oven, I mentioned above.
I must confess—I'm just as clueless as you are about what our Anirudh and Bondita are cooking.
And this story is close to my heart as it was the first dream I got about Anidita..not this clear though but it was definitely a vague image of them cooking together.
