A refreshingly different piece by Usha đ
Drive away cooking blues, add a dash of imaginary zing, there is no way out, no restaurants, no takeaways or any other such savior.
The Whistle blew, loud and piercing, not once, but 2, 3, 4 timesâŚ..â Is anybody listening, I have alerted, now let my voice die downâ.
The Pressure Cooker sizzled,â I am all hot and cooked, I need to vent!â. The Pan, sitting close by coughed,â I can feel temperatures rising, I am sick and shivering with all the bubbling. Distance yourself, you hot Cooker, your steamy droplets are getting to meâ.
The Chimney laughed wickedly,â fanning is my job and looks like I am doing it perfectlyâ. Pril, the cleaning liquid, offered kindly, âCooker and Pan, pour me in and gargle me outâ. âI am ready for a rinse with youâ, Clear Water gurgled,â else be quarantined in the attic aboveâ.
â Arenât we in theâŚ
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Thank you Reena, for your challenge. This is my reality in these grim times. A little cheer I suppose. Looking forward to finding words for your other challenges.
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Look forward to your posts đ
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