Cerebral Fallacies

The Tempest tossed: My trysts with cooks n cooking… Sometimes you just have to do it, Fortunately I always evaded doing it, Those cumbersome chore-like, sweaty, smelly actions Those permutations, combinations, and for some people letting loose emotions as well Bah who needed it anyways? But then one fine day, I did it. I actually cooked! My bhindi pyaaza became like a sweltering oil plaza instead. What a pity, indeed! My burnt citadels of bhindis that had so stoically stood when I bought them were razed to embers like those in a war town country. Concerned and slightly zealous friends painstakingly gave me recipes with their worst-case scenarios, and a list of what-could-go-wrongs. Each gave me their simplest versions of how a recipe so simple jus simply cannot go on. And I would jot down every uttering like my life depended on it. After all, it must be life learning how to drive a car or a cycle. No skill on earth can master me, but I will master all. This wasn’t my only tryst with co...