Review

A rebel is born

As a child
I loved the smell of sauted garlic
And ginger boiling into the milk tea
Even jolted whistles of a cooker
While I grew sprouts under the sink
Which grew eclectic with pumpkin

I was determined to love it all,
Even the very art of simmering
In the right measure

But then one day, and then every following day
I stood behind my mother
And wondered why,
In every house
every commercial
even world cinema –
It’s women
That stand behind kettles and burners
Relishing the aroma of sauted garlic
And tea and sprouts

I didn’t wonder too long,
I tossed the kettle, flushed the sprouts and cut my hair short and called myself a rebel with a cause.

I have hated cooking all my life, not so much because I had something against preparing wonderful meals that bring so much joy and contentment. I did some soul searching and I remembered that I did love cooking and to watch amma cook, but the day I realised that the world sees this as a “woman’s compulsory unpaid service”, I had told myself I wouldn’t conform.

Published by Anju Dinesh

A writer is how I would love to have myself defined as. Who makes a lot of typos though. Thank God for all these apps that has come to my rescue. Probably not a very good one or successful one at that yet. But someone who did make an effort. Although I finish most of my articles in a haste every single time. And constantly worries if the piece is worth it or not.. Hasn't grown out of the cocoon yet. Hopes to one day write something for myself and not worry of being judged. Because invariably I write about things that makes it easy for the readers to judge to me. Yes I am hopelessly prejudiced about my writing and choice of topics. Goes low on self esteem more than often although I vaguely know that there is something about my writing that can probably strike a chord someday only if I tried a lot harder. Never works too hard. Never works too less. That Never been part of my system. Which means I always play the safe game.I hope to someday break out to that realm of fictitious world where my imagination will stay raw and free, my flow of words be effortless and there would be nothing around me that can stop me or bind me there. Oh Yes! I want to get there.

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