What a wonderful world!

The Burnt and the Beautiful!

Another cake today...but not a sweet one. My nephew usually doesn't eat eggs much, so I decided to bake him little treats every day according to his wishes. Today I baked one cake of salt, flour and egg, but it got burnt. (Well, something that's supposed to be in the oven for 6 mins, will surely burn in 10 mins time!)

Then I put another small cake in the oven for 5 and half mins, and boom! It was smoother than the ones I made before. The little guy loved to eat cake balls, with meat gravy, and my sister complimented!

Before going to office, my elder sister told be to make french fries that she had cut, but those got burnt too! But later, I could fry a crispy plate of french fries!

My sisters mean the world to me. People usually have one mother, I have three moms!(My mom and my 2 sisters). If I know anything about art, music or anything else, the whole credit goes to them. Though one of my sisters can be very selfish at times, ( me and my elder sister often argue with her, because of her nature.) This selfish one sometimes even talks roughly. But words are very important to me, cause if words can heal, words also can kill!

Still, I always look forward to the little chatting sessions or the shopping trips with them.

My elder sister (the one 15 years older than me) taught me painting, all other forms of crafts, and writing cursive. "If people outside call you a burden, show them that you are an asset for us. Maybe you are not like others, but never feel sad about that. Remember that you're the last of us siblings, so be the best" She always tells me.

My other sister, helped me overcome my teacher-phobia which I had as a kid. The school where are studied from 3rd grade to fifth, she was a teacher there. As a result, the staff room door was always open for me. Bit by bit, teachers became my friends, my lights in the dark path.

The reason I'm so happy about my cooking is because all throughout my life, my Mother hardly allowed me to go even near the stove. You are young, your hands will get burnt, she used to say.

From fourth grade onwards (at the age of 10) I slowly began learning how to bake bread (I learnt making our traditional stove-baked bread when I was 4.), making tea, boiling an egg etc. Now is the time Mother does not object to my cooking. Though I was always allowed to decorate desserts with nuts, or beat the eggs, kitchen was never open for me till now.

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The hot weather is really burning me....I want rain!

Thank you Angel for this nice doll!

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