Would you like to hear a story? This happened over a couple of decades ago. A dozen girls, studying in high school, gathered at their tuition center at Calicut. Their happy faces indicated that they had no intention of attending tuitions that day. The elder sister of Rahianath, one of the girls in the group, was getting married, and they had all been invited. Chatting and gossipping, they started walking to the girl’s home, a good two kilometers away. The strong midday sun made them hot and sweaty. On the way, they came to Shakeela’s house. Shakeela was a good natured girl who worked hard at her studies. The house was actually just a hut, thatched with coconut leaves, where she lived with her mother. There was no furniture inside. Shakeela’s mother greeted her daughter’s friends warmly and bade them tarry a while. She said, “You are tired, walking in the sun. Let me get you some water to drink.”. As the girl’s watched, she quickly broke and grated a coconut. She shelled some cardamom. These she put on a granite grindstone and crushed quickly. Off it went into a vessel of water. Spoons of sugar and a handful of beaten rice were followed by a brisk stir, and lo, the girls were handed glasses of a delicious drink – truly a nectar fit for the gods – by the lady; her eyes twinkling with love and motherly affection.
As you would have guessed, I was one of those lucky girls, and the memory of that superb, unforgettable drink of love is tucked away in a golden recess of my heart. Today, I reconstructed that drink for my family and I could not stop my eyes from being moist as the face of the dear lady danced vividly before my eyes. Materially so poor, but with a matchlessly rich heart, she served us what she had with such love! God bless her soul, and may god bless us all! Here is the wonderful coconut smoothie recipe for you.