"Childhood" is like a dream. We've all lived it, made many beautiful memories, and now we've fallen far short of that dream. Our childhood, built on stubbornness and love, holds many colorful stories and memories. In today's hectic lives, where we barely have time to eat, we used to make our mothers run after us, she would follow us with a piece of bread in her hand, and we would throw our tantrums at her. Even after so much fatigue and trouble, she had the courage to endure all our tantrums, mother. Because all she wanted was a smile on our faces......!!
Whenever I think of my mother, the kitchen is the first place that comes to my mind. I've seen her there most of the time, cooking everyone's favorite food and taking care of everyone. Summer and winter, in every season, I've seen my mother in the kitchen, cooking everyone's food and attending to everyone's preferences, but I've never seen her pay attention to her own preferences. Whenever I asked, her answer was always the same: "Your choices are my choices." I've seen everyone get tired and sick, but I've never seen my mother get sick. Every kitchen holds a box full of happiness, filled with love and blessings. Wherever we are, whatever our age, the first thing that comes to our lips when we eat is, "Nothing tastes like mother's cooking." Whenever I'm sad, I look for the taste of mother's cooking. Mother's food isn't just delicious food, it's filled with mother's love, blessings, and peace. It's filled with mother's fragrance, the fragrance that takes away all our tiredness and pain.
I search for the taste of food cooked by my mother everywhere, the aroma of spices that used to come from my mother as soon as she came out of the kitchen, I search for that expression on my mother's face when she used to come out wiping her hands in the folds of her saree, I still search for the taste of my mother's hands........!!
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