When will I have an escape from this kitchen? It's my mother who tricked me into this cooking, saying it's an art, & every girl should learn this art, etc. When I grew old enough to get married she made me cook for large number of people in the pretence to teach me cooking. And I fell for all the praises I got with my preparations.
After marriage when i shifted with him, i carried loads of receipe books & paper cuttings & tried my culinary expertise on neighbours, friends & his collegues. I didn't know I was getting entangled in a web, just like that of a spider, giving nutrition to all, & never being able to escape..
Now I'm tired & I hate cooking. Wish every meal would be served to me by someone. The men in the house all with good appetite will never let me out of this boring job. I tried all my emotions there in the kitchen. Adding more spice, making it too salty, frying till it burnt, but no use.
Will I ever be able to escape, I wonder!
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