ok, I never thought i would do this.
But i needed a way out of the chitter chatter of the clicketty clacketty keyboard. the scrolling of the phone to something else.
A new entry to my brain. Aah ok. I know. The day I will stop learning something new will definitely be the doom day for me. Whatever. Anyways.
I joined a baking course. I remember aai doing the course with so much of love and care.
And somehow there were so many dreams that were coming my way, I thought I should explore this and make my daughter happy. Not to mention the peer pressure of baking. blah blah blah.
My daughter is happy. Touchwood. She is that little thing who still does not know how to hate her mom. Or touchwood, she is the person who loves me unconditionally. (but the cake making her happy makes me happy).
The class started with a bang. Jayan Kaykay who is conducting this course also is such a positive person. The course opened with one opening by a sister (nun) in portugal. First time that I saw a real nun albeit virtually. The first thought that crossed my mind was giving was so beautiful. Always. It again reminded of the little dream I should not have seen.
You cannot eat sweets alone, you share them. is what Jayan says.
Irma (the nun), said make anything with lots of love. And you will be fine.
Everyone in that class talks in Malayalam. I dont understand their language and vice versa. I feel so free that i can simply express and no one will understand. In this case no understanding = no judging. That is an awesome feeling.
Anyways.
We made bel de coco. (fancy hm ?) Coconut had to be dessicated or (khowna). And I, after a full gap of 3 -4 years, was able to crack the coconut open and desicate the whole number. 5 of them. and then egg beating for more than 50 minutes. phew! Gosh a huge thing for little hand. Achievement. All for the new thing I started and the dream I saw.
I simply forgot, I could not do so much in a day. down with fever during Corona, swollen palms super red hands, but oho so much of satiation in my heart.
Those hours in baking did make me forget everything else. Everything.
Until the evening when i love seeing that sunset in my balcony. if possible with coffee and a book. albeit alone. Wishing I could share those evenings some day.
Sometimes it does come to my mind. Is wishing and expecting the same. No. It isnt.
Holding that turf of not expecting anything is so very important.
But i needed a way out of the chitter chatter of the clicketty clacketty keyboard. the scrolling of the phone to something else.
A new entry to my brain. Aah ok. I know. The day I will stop learning something new will definitely be the doom day for me. Whatever. Anyways.
I joined a baking course. I remember aai doing the course with so much of love and care.
And somehow there were so many dreams that were coming my way, I thought I should explore this and make my daughter happy. Not to mention the peer pressure of baking. blah blah blah.
My daughter is happy. Touchwood. She is that little thing who still does not know how to hate her mom. Or touchwood, she is the person who loves me unconditionally. (but the cake making her happy makes me happy).
The class started with a bang. Jayan Kaykay who is conducting this course also is such a positive person. The course opened with one opening by a sister (nun) in portugal. First time that I saw a real nun albeit virtually. The first thought that crossed my mind was giving was so beautiful. Always. It again reminded of the little dream I should not have seen.
You cannot eat sweets alone, you share them. is what Jayan says.
Irma (the nun), said make anything with lots of love. And you will be fine.
Everyone in that class talks in Malayalam. I dont understand their language and vice versa. I feel so free that i can simply express and no one will understand. In this case no understanding = no judging. That is an awesome feeling.
Anyways.
We made bel de coco. (fancy hm ?) Coconut had to be dessicated or (khowna). And I, after a full gap of 3 -4 years, was able to crack the coconut open and desicate the whole number. 5 of them. and then egg beating for more than 50 minutes. phew! Gosh a huge thing for little hand. Achievement. All for the new thing I started and the dream I saw.
I simply forgot, I could not do so much in a day. down with fever during Corona, swollen palms super red hands, but oho so much of satiation in my heart.
Those hours in baking did make me forget everything else. Everything.
Until the evening when i love seeing that sunset in my balcony. if possible with coffee and a book. albeit alone. Wishing I could share those evenings some day.
Sometimes it does come to my mind. Is wishing and expecting the same. No. It isnt.
Holding that turf of not expecting anything is so very important.
