Amidst fights, nonsensical arguments and discussions on conspiracy theories, my kitchen floods with love. It seems like a place full of happiness and mirth as each dish takes its shapes, liquid or solid.
All differences seem to turn into banana and papaya smoothies and arguments into fillings on my pancakes. Coconut shavings, fried bananas or crispy apples with ice-cream. A feast definitely for breakfast and it carries on for the day.
And reiki discourses over a plate of steaming paneer masala. Can it get better? Yes... Crop circles over a bowl of flambeed fruits basking in the tenderness of molten ice-cream.
My kitchen comes alive with laughter when I decide to make special mallu chai with bits of cardamom and julienned ginger thrown in. Just as the my pot of tea overflows, the statements on priests and sex go on an overdrive but, all the while passion and happiness froth over on the table.
Food soothes all souls and all I had to do was decide to attempt to cook or just help my commies whip up delicious mutton curry!
It ain't so hard...
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