I have always been grateful to the joy of cooking, but today I feel grateful to have a box of spices. The sweet aroma of cinnamon, the zingy flavour of asfoetida, the soothing calm of cumin, the crackiling sparkle of mustard, the warm crunch of pepper… I love the magic they bring about in food. As I lose myself in the process of cooking, the masalyacha dabba transforms into a color palette and the kadhai becomes my canvas… with the spatula I mix and match to create a flavour- the very flavour that'll make sure that my family enjoys the food that nourishes them… Much like the emotions that add flavour to the nourishment that life's experiences provide us with.
Give me the strength to isolate and appreciate every flavour of life. Give me the courage to paint many a beautiful stories with these emotions… Help me make the lives of those around me rich with flavour and delectably enjoyable… Thank you
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