I remember a time when Pappa George used to joke about whether he will ever get a tea made by me. And over the years, I think I have managed to surprise him, myself and others. Every time I stir something, I wonder how I got to this point. I try to trace it back to the event or reason when culinary experiences began to be fulfilling the way I feel now. From being the one who sulked to help Mumma Lin to being obsessed with making meals, watching master chef etc. is something that I slowly am becoming aware of. More often than not, activities like cooking are categorised as a chore, and so we tend to forget to appreciate our journey on that front. Source - https://www.istockphoto.com/illustrations/indian-mom-cooking After years of stirring and wondering, one day, I think I made a possible theory to back my feelings about this everyday phenomenon that is underrated almost always. During my school days, I was the girl who needed Mumma to be around while I studied. She never...