"
No one-

Me alone in kitchen- okay guys, Ab hum
is maggie ko garam paani ki patile
me dalenge.😋

෴෴෴෴෴❤️෴෴෴෴෴

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We are alpha geeks ,our
precision of pretentions are admirable.
We try to hide the pungent throes
with flavoured Cinnamon lies.

But she knows it all.
The detail of every disturbance
from your unsettled mind to the
the slightest misplacement of the
jars on the shelf.
Mom, she knows it all.

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Engineering Graphics,
blew to teach the
art of drawing a
perfect circle with dough.

Once again, an engineer
blinked before his granny !

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Anguish //

I lose my cool like a refrigerator
in Summer.

My anger, a packet of two minute
noodle.
I serve myself a bowl of my own
anguish boiling on the gas stove
without taste makers.

Sometimes ,I have a good hold
on them with forks
Sometimes it slips out of my
chopsticks in no time.

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After 18 years, she started
visiting the kitchen every day
and a guest in the study room.

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she asked who inspires you the most ?

I replied "my mom ,yes , my mom". Everyday I go downstairs and see my mother in the kitchen .
Cooking food for us everyday without any fail,be it the Breakfast , lunch or dinner even if she is unwell and this inspires me a lot to do my work on time .

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'Carelessness' is beautiful
sometimes.No second thoughts,
no ambiguity like the carefree
licking of a finger from a jar of
pickles or Nutella.

'Consciousness' visits me like
guests at home. I lose my wit
for a while masked with
ettiquetes, making my
expressions look well
behaved convincing them, I am
a little less desperate for food
and everything I love.

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Ladkiyan sirf kitchen mai achi
Lagti hai...aur aisi soch rakhne wale
Log gutar mai ache lagte hai🤘

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मैं दिमाग मै कहानी पका सकती हूँ
पर kitchen मे खाना नही।।
🤯🤯🤯

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< Kitchen and Dreams >

I remember her perfectly kneaded dough,
Brilliantly hiding her half baked dreams in it,
As she set on the stove, burning her hopes
in the flames of sacrifices. Shaping her dough 
into a perfect circle, vicious enough to lose her happiness,
Her tears always mixed up with the cury as she rinsed
off her ambitions with the water that cleansed the utensils.

But she never let me enter her place, may be she never 
wanted my soul to crumble down like our kitchen walls,
Ma, never wanted me to cook but to bake; My dreams.

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