Cooking is something I hate. And trust me, I’m bad at it. And maybe that’s why hate it. I don’t know. But the point is, I hate cooking. I stay with my parents and I’m theirs only daughter. My parents are a bit orthodox. My mom has told me umpteenth times that learn to cook, at least small things. But I was least bothered. Whenever my mother used to be ill we used to order food, but I never cooked.
Then came the day when my mom took the vaccine. She was fine when she returned. But after few hours, I found her body warm. She caught a high fever. She didn’t expect this and so she didn’t cook. With the ongoing situation it wasn’t safe to order food and my dad, being a doctor, spend most of the time in hospital. So expecting him to cook wasn’t an option either. So now what? I don’t want to let my mom cook at this stage so I thought it’s time for me to step into the field- The Kitchen. I checked the fridge to see available vegetables. And with some YouTube videos and my mother’s tips, I did something by heart which I hate by heart for the 1st time. I didn’t like what I cooked but my parents had it as it was the best dish ever. Seeing this satisfaction & pride on their face, made my day!
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