Kitchen Stories (Part I)
Every kitchen here has stories that remain unsaid, efforts that go unacknowledged, and memories of blisters, burns, and isolation. This is an effort to bring those stories to your notice. Kitchen Green This kitchen probably lost all its conventional femininity the day I left her. Chances are, this is the most organized and well-planned kitchen I have ever come across, for it was something I had dreamt of for years. It was my first kitchen. Not that I hadn’t come across a kitchen in my twenty years of life, but this one was mine. My own. Something that will forever hold a special place in my heart. The amateur but eager homemaker in me tried her best to make a home out of the Green kitchen. Glass containers, curated wine glasses, ceramic coffee mugs, sexy knives—and my inability to put the perfect amount of salt in anything I cooked. Times when you miss your mother. Though dreams were lived here, dreams come true at their own cost. The sweet belief that nothing comes for free. I ha...