The one where tradition takes front seat

On a Sunday morning, as I was sharing the dining table with my father, I noticed him coughing & sneezing.

Me : Mommy, arrange some Tulsi leaves before it's evening. (As per Odia tradition, we are not supposed to pluck leaves past evening)

Mommy : But we just had our breakfast

Me : So ?

You can pick leaves only in morning on an empty stomach.

Is that rule-2 in your dictionary of tradition ? (I was slightly irritated, because last time I asked her for my cold, she told me about evening, rule-1)

Oh, how fool of you that you don't know this.

No no, saying one can't pluck leaves after having non-veg would have made sense (considering odia culture), but the thing about empty stomach makes no sense.

You think you know everything, but you don't.

No mom, I know that I don't know many things. But sometimes you say things that's just plain stupidity.

You REALLY think one can pluck leaves after having meal ? ( This time she was angry)

No, one can't (I said while slipping a smile)

Don't you laugh when you don't know anything.

Okay (In my mind, I said to my father "Hold tight. Today it's the turn of tradition. Your turn comes tomorrow morning ")

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