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Shilpa Srivastav

Fantasy


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Shilpa Srivastav

Fantasy


Spicy Talk

Spicy Talk

3 mins 260 3 mins 260

"Hey, do you hear any whispering sound? " I whispered in my husband's ears. "Yes, you are whispering in my ears." He smiled at me, took a turn and sleep again. I just looked at his face, frowned, looked at my phone for the time, it was 1 at midnight. I was little scared, left the bed and headed in the direction of that sound.


Slowly, I was moving towards my kitchen. "What! These sounds are coming from kitchen? At this time who can enter my kitchen? " I picked up my son's cricket bat and opened the door of kitchen very slowly. 


"Oh my God! What was that ?" My spice box was lying opened and the mixed aroma of spices filled the kitchen. I just sat on a chair near the door. The bright colours of spices were reflecting from the opened spice box. These rays of bright mixed colours filled the kitchen and it looked like I was sitting under the rainbow. 


" No, no! I am the king of spices. Look at my bright yellow colour. No one can imagine any spicy, salty and tasty dish without me. Pinch of me gives the perfect colour to any dish. Apart from cooking no one can match my medicinal properties. You know how our madam use me in her facepacks, if her son got any cut, she quickly applied my paste. Nowadays, every household is consuming milk with me to prevent dangerous disease." 


Turmeric was boasting about its properties to all other spices in the box. 


Now the hot red chilly powder spread its red colour and start talking like an old man of house. He first had a cough and then said, "well what you all have to say about me? The tangy red colour of any spicy preparation is impossible without me. People are afraid of touching me with bare hands. The hotness in me increases with my age." It spilt itself in anger, all the spices started coughing and few rubbed their eyes.


Now, the freshly blended powder of roasted green coriander started saying something with elegance but suddenly from a jar, white salt peeped out and shouted, "oh! you all . Please stop arguing with each other. Let me tell a small story.


Once there were few guests were coming to the house and our madam decided to prepare her favourite matar paneer. She peeled out the fresh green beads from the pods, prepared super soft spongy paneer from milk at home. With all her love, she heated oil in pan, added nicely diced onions. The aroma of sauteed brown onion filled in the kitchen. Then she added sunlight yellow turmeric powder, ever hot red chilly powder and elegant green coriander powder. She was cooking the dish and singing her favourite song. The smell of cooked spices mixed with the air and every one's mouth started watering. Then she added beautiful green coloured beads and super soft spongy paneer. She cooked it with love and was ready to serve it before guests. The dish was served in a big casserole and decorated with nicely cut aromatic green coriander leaves, designed by cream, the dish looked like a temptation created by madam. As it was kept on dining table, she thought of taste it before guests start dinner. As she put a spoon of gravy in her mouth, she started screaming."


"Oh No! Now what I will do? I forgot to add salt in the matar paneer. What everyone will say now?"


Someone was shrugging my shoulder, "Hey, wake up. It's late today. Why are you screaming? Where you forgot to add salt?"


Oh! I was dreaming. I smiled and got up from my bed. Reached to my kitchen, my spice box was lying quietly on the shelf. I looked at salt's jar which looked me like a winner in the race.


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