an sms story52

Anna felt free. she felt she could now move on. as if a burden had lifted.
she was f-r-e-e of the words. her own words. happy and contented.
as she used to become after watching each episode of the serial Mahabharata
on TV, lord Krishna was her favourite. that fourteen years old girl, starry-eyed,
thought it was love she felt as she watched the chocolate-ly handsome
actor who enacted the role of lord Krishna so successfully.

she used to argue to herself, 'isn't it LOVE? then what is?' like shit it was! all those pages
of her diaries..swooning over a TV star...those were her only happy days in life because
Anna did not know Armaan back then. did not know how the entry of a man in one's
mind n life hurts...after ages she felt like she was that teenager again, eager to love,
to explore, to dream of handsome hunks ...like she would stand in front of the mirror
again and exclaim with frustration,'when would i grow up?'

after a long time she opened her spice-box on the wall and decided to cook.
the choicest and expensive spices she kept there. her tiny n intense world of spices.
she was going through the list in mind...white pepper, kebabchini, charmagaz, star-anise,
mace, cardamom, kashmirimirch..mm..a whiff of kasuri methi perhaps? how about
replacing common salt with rock salt? too much of an experiment? lets add a bit of
sour into it-aamchur powder would do. she could use tamarind though.

the morning was lovely. warm yet it was cool inside the kitchen.just the perfect
weather for a chef like her to sing and cook, cook n sing...12.39 a.m...just as she
entered the kitchen the call came...........
                        (to be contd.)