Failures that make me Perfect.
I'm Madhavaperiya. M.
Yes, I'm new to this arena
I'm a teenager in the thought between schooling and college days.
In this lockdown I had learnt many new things and bloomed myself from the grief. But the major thing is I don't know cooking. I'm in a joint family and so I didn't get any chance to go to the kitchen except for washing my hands before and after food or snacks. When I realized myself to engage with cooking, everything gets venom and twisted me back and fro. Really I didn't realize that learning cooking is something that's equal to love break up. As I'm in a joint family it was totally different from other joint families. The thing is it's a type of joint family without any male dominations. My family- Grandma and her 3 daughters, my father and me!
Among three daughters, one is the best cook, one is the best supervisor and one is the fighter cock with her cleaning attitude. My grandma was so cunning at the same time selfish in many areas for her daughters.
Once I entered the kitchen for cooking, it was so challenging but I done something. Of course that's a big failure. Again after few months tried something, utter failure. They (my mummies) started to scold, hate the thing what I'm doing. The matter lies in discouraging. They never said me that i would do good the next time. Always discouraging. My hope in learning gets failure all the time. They never used to support me in the field where I like and what I like. So I really hate them in this matter.
Still I'm trying to cook good. As I'm a beginner of cooking, so no problem about being a failure. I wi be so proud one day that my failures make me perfect!
Happy days are not planned. Let's wait for that!