its been a while since cooking has become a part of life , growing up in a house hold with two women always had perks attached to it…she never really had to cook…
delicacy’s were however a part of life and comfort was always found in all the food and refrigerator at home

as the years went by and she started growing up she found that food started becoming her best friend …. it was there when she was happy, it was there when she was sad….

it always came with a feeling that took her away from all the sorrows and elevated her every sense of happiness that came her way….

with changes in jobs and relationships, with old fading away and new coming in, she managed to keep the only one thing alive that was her passion for food ….. slowly as time may have it…. it was her turn to stack the refrigerator and make things that were comforting…though eating came naturally cooking didnt…. 

it wasnt easy to cook, replicating the seemingly easy recipes  seemed difficult than anticipated… They never tasted the same but the journey continued as life may have it ….. even if the hands that cook cannot be replaced the cooking never stops……

so the quest of finding time and cooking things , replicating the memories, the possibilities of minimum innovation and holding on to the past……fun  yet difficult to achieve…. 

in no time ( which in retrospect looks like a decade) cooking had managed to take the place of comfort food eating…. the efforts and results were somehow related to distressing and connecting with peace , living and breathing beyond the boundaries that caught and trapped her down…………..

somewhere in the journey cooking became a therapy …… to distract, to comfort,… to breath.. to heal