Baking cakes

baking

Today, when Rio Olympics concluded with many new records, New Zeland athlete won fair play award and great Usin Bolt was on cloud nine when he walks away with his three gold medals.

Much like all these achievements in Olympic history of 2016, my mother is also happy.

It took her three failed attempts and finally her sponge cake is in perfect shape.

 

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She loves doing baking and the most interesting aspect of her baking is the fact that she’s never satisfied with the result. She’s not perfectionist but she’s always looking for improvement in her work.

In initial failed attempts of baking sponge cake, I saw a restlessness on her face.

After applying the layer of jam, it happened twice that the moment she tried to fold it, it loses its shape. It was a long time that she last baked the sponge cake and she was sure that she was missing something. She searched the whole internet and finally she remember that while folding the layer of cake she needed to keep it in a piece of cloth.

That was sure a “eureka” moment for her. So, yes she’s happy and I’m impressed because in studies and in real life, she wants us to opt similar approach. There’s one thing she would love to say

“Never think that you’re done and you have done something extraordinary, for there’s always a room for improvement.”

These are all different flavors of home made special cakes 🙂

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visit to a magical land!

magical land

That land of kind people is surrounded by misty mountains but despite being covered by foggy clouds, the people in that land are learned and informed.

Once, I got a chance to visit that place. I found that the flowery meadows and the lush green fields covered every inch of that land. The beautiful winding streets were covered with the dense green trees. The leaves of the trees were thick and they formed a canopy which provided passersby with shade against the sweltering heat.

That land is known for its large number of libraries. Walking into one such library, I found the people were absorbed in reading. They were taking notes. There was a silence and only sound audible was that of the scribbling of pen on paper.

There prevailed an atmosphere of peacefulness. Outside the windows, the green leaves were trying to filter the warmth of sunshine and the shimmering rays of a distant sun were coming dancing through the windows.

I looked at the librarian. That old woman with her wrinkled skin was in her late sixties. I walked towards her and asked her about the book of descriptive writing. She looked up and smiled. Adjusting her glasses, she coughed and said, “You’ll find it there on the left side of that shelf.”

I said, “thank you” and moved towards the shelf when I heard her voice. She was saying, “Don’t forget to write something about our land”.

I smiled back. I had no doubt that the woman was wise enough to recognize me as a writer.

So, without the description of their houses, this post would not do justice to those kind people.

The people of that magical land keep their houses neat and clean. They grew a variety of flowers in their gardens. The windows of their bedrooms opened in their gardens. So, in the morning when the sunshine falls on the petals, the sweet fragrance escapes and gently strokes the hair of a sound sleeper.

The softness of their touch is so fascinating that a person wastes no time in leaving his bed.

Dear Reader, the people of that land of mesmerizing beauty took a great care of their neighbors. In the evening, when the sky is blue and the soft breeze is blowing, it’s a ritual that neighbors arrange a get together. So, before the sun could set in completely, the toasty nutty aroma of chocolate cake spreads in their houses and one could see the fairies of mirth and happiness dancing in their backyards.

I remained there for some time and before returning I asked a wizened man how one could find his way to their land.I saw something sparkling in his eyes. He smiled and said, “You only need to have a pure heart to find this land of peace and beauty.”

I returned with the promise of writing about their land. It was a heartfelt experience and this was the story of my visit to that far away land which lies hidden among those misty mountains.

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