Life @ Kitchen

KITCHEN a place from where we get the food to eat. Its my perception when I am 4. Its a place where my mom spends most of the time, times other than feeding me. Its my perception when I am 6. From then Kitchen also became my study room, my dining room, my fighting/playing room. which I share fight to share with my brother. Then I came to know it is the place every women will/would/ should/ had /have(somehow/ anyhow)   be/been to. I regret this statement. With all the Constant silly fights and arguments I completed my schooling.

I moved to hostel for my 11th n 12th grade. HOSTELLLLllllll  for the first time. I reluctantly moved there. Strong reasoning I am given by my dad was “you will take ur studies seriously ”. And I am more convinced with the promise that I will be at home on every week end. But  later  I came to know the reason behind was I will learn to live on my own. GOD its really tuff to manage to live on my own when I am pampered and lived for 15 years with bed milk to shoe polish. But I say it is easy or made easy with friends. As they say Birds of a feather flock together.

Now, I started missing my kitchen very badly. I missed it when I lost the comfort to read in my hostel study room. I missed it when I hated the hostel food. Long waited weekends when they drop me in home kitchen, the wonderful aroma when it is baking and long chats I had with a plate full of favourite dishes. And ofcourse an extra care and attention from my family. Felt like princess when I overheard a phone conversation “my daughter will be at home on weekend so we shall make it on someother day.” N number of phone calls inquiring about my comforts in hostel from my besties in initial days. An extra bag of food and pickles for the next week while returning back.

Days went onnnnnn.........  My inner space started reminding that one fine day will come. The day I regretted the most all my childhood. which I had lot of fights and long arguments. hmm.. completed my graduation.... time to be back home after 6yrs of hostel life. Its the time now my kitchen is expecting me to return with a different attitude.

Pleasant Big surprise. My kitchen was in a new shape. It gave a warm welcome. All new - brand new. one wall said “pamper yourself with your favourite dishes” other gave a list of my favourite dishes and tips. simply I said woww.. from then again my life with the kitchen started this time I enjoyed playing, sometimes fighting with dishes, and now it also became place where I read newspaper, talk over phone, listen to music, read a book, and ofcourse browsing and blogging.

Now its two years, I am in new phase with my kitchen. Same old kitchen where I studied, played, fought, chatted, ate, danced, shouted..etc  All the credit of my kitchen life right from childhood days to now goes to my mother who knew me well....  But my simple doubt “mumma how could you transform my mind from regret to lovable part.?”  she gave with a broad smile... same old trick snaks in your favorite box made you eat faster when your 4. Though lunch is not your favorite dish but when it is with a visual treat(colourful plate/ favourite side dish) made you take it for granted . Same way you took kitchen and cooking for granted when it has kitchen accessories which made your work easier (which acted like favourite box) walls treating you with tips and having a special desk for your laptop to do your favourite activity (which acted like visual treat).

Most importantly you knew very well how to pamper yourself rather than waiting for some one to come and treat you well.

I am in love with my kitchen and cooking. Its the place where I take many important decisions regarding my diet and menu for the day.... :) now I came with a term like happy ktichening... :)