Kitchen! It's
not just a word but a room filled with experiences. Recently my mom went on
leave, yes! Moms deserve leaves too. So the kitchen itself opened its arms to
me, my sis and my niece. [More of hunger opened its arms] It was a playground
for us.
The
kitchen is a chemistry-lab, where your output so badly depends on everything,
like seriously everything. [Even the air you breathe out! just kidding]
The long list of my bookmarks, YouTube videos and cooking blogs has been a savior
in these difficult days 😓😬! Only
because I never paid attention to my mom's recipes or her instructions! I am
this typical 21st century lazy girl who enters Kitchen only to search food in
the refrigerator! Some days, kitchen would give great joy by equalizing your
expectations to what you made, while other days are plainly a secret passage to
the dustbin, the only customer waiting for your failed attempts. Facing the
dustbin is nothing less than facing your fears, it gets really dirty since it's
filled with regret of wasting food {also effort, which I would rather spend on
scrolling Facebook pages 😂}. A failed attempt at
making something new is disheartening and stops you from entering the kitchen
again! That's when the instant noodles picks you up 🍜, till
you get fed up of it too 😁
I had no
clue kitchen would give me so much perception in life. Barefoot on the
playground, I realized that it's easier to complain rather than make! We don't
thank our moms enough for their efforts; it's the void that makes us realize life
is not always what you make out of it, at least in Kitchen.
P.S: Inspired by burnt Puliogare
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