#My kitchen story# in caption://👇👇 It can never happen that the story of the kitchen is complete without the mother. It's a long time ago when I was 6 or 7 years old. It was evening when I had reached home from school, it was found that Tripathi had gone to Aunty's house in the mother colony itself. I got fresh and immediately went to the kitchen because I was very hungry. As soon as the kitchen was clean, it was understood that nothing is made. Then what was it that day I got a chance to make something, in a hurry, I immediately found the packet of Maggi and kept the kadhai on the stove. To show my artistry to my mother, I cut some vegetables and took out gram flour and all purpose flour, that I made some balls of them and put them in Maggi, I thought it will make very tasty Maggi and my mother will become proud of me. Then what was the fry pan put on the stove and put oil in it, started putting balls in it for frying. The pan had become so hot that smoke started rising due to which I started coughing. In the same stroke, when the pan touched my left foot, the heat oil fell along with the balls of vegetable gram flour. My feet were burnt, then mother came. First switched off the stove and immediately brought water and poured it on my feet. Then what was the dressing of the feet, then it happened later that the first cheeks were so licked that the stars started appearing during the day.
