Kitchen ki aapbeeti- Kyunki! har kitchen kuch kehta hai!!!

I went inside the kitchen to drink water. It was 1:30 a.m. at night. We have an earthen pot in the kitchen and I prefer drinking water from it. As I was coming outside the kitchen, I stopped with a jerk. Imagine my surprise when I heard two whispers. Since I just came outside the kitchen, I knew there was nobody inside. Then who was this talking? I don’t believe in ghosts but when I heard the whispers; I got scared. I stopped there just outside the kitchen door and peeped inside. I couldn’t see anyone, but I tried to focus on what was being said. I heard a voice saying, “look at me, she didn’t clean me today. I am feeling so dirty.”

In response to this, I heard the other voice say, “Oh! But she gives me a bath after she cleans you. I wonder why she didn’t clean you today?”

I was amazed. The parts of my kitchen were talking to each other. I was exhausted, so I had not cleaned the kitchen platform that day. But I washed the sink as my children had thrown the waste in it and I don’t like a tiny particle in it. So, this was my kitchen platform in conversation with my kitchen sink. Hahaha… I had a hearty laugh and decided to leave when my kitchen platform further said, “they should take care of me the most. So I keep many things on me and I feel suffocated on many occasions. Even though I feel baked when hot utensils are kept on me after they cook the food in them, but I hate it when people carelessly drop curries on me and don’t clean. That curry gets dried up and sticks onto my skin and then this poor lady come at night to clean us all and she rubs my body so hard with the scrub to remove that dry curry. It takes so much energy to clean things when they are dried up. Even my body feels as if it getting peeled off. “

I felt my mouth go open and shut. Then I heard another angry voice speak. “Imagine me, getting burned up every day.” That was my stove doing the talk. “People burn me repeatedly and since I am made to do that, I bear everything. But I hate it when they carelessly leave the milk to boil and then they forget all about it. Mostly, the milk gets spilled, and falls all over my burners, my eyes. To top it all off, they just clean up the milk that got spread and leave my burners to be cleaned by their maid, who comes the next day. My eyes get blocked and they close. Fire cannot pass through them and then they complain about food taking long hours to get cooked.” At that very instant, I felt bad for the poor burner.

The next one to speak was the kitchen cabinets. I thought what complain does this thing to have. It said, “they carelessly pull open my doors to take things out, and sometimes even open it with dirty hands that were marinating the food, and then try to careless wipe it with the other hand. Then they bang the door on my face so hard. If you have a look inside, the spices, especially chili powder, and turmeric, are spilled here and there. I feel so dirty all the time. When they clean the kitchen thoroughly, especially when someone visits their house, they focus more on the outer part. Inside me, is always cleaned with a rough hand. I always feel so dirty and itchy.” The platform replied to the cabinet saying, “OH! Please don’t remind me of their guests. They cook so much for them and I feel hot throughout the day. They get so tired that they don’t clean me well. I feel so sticky and unclean.”

The stove said, yes, but I feel they ignore us the most during their Ramadan time. They cook in sehri, then for breakfast for people who don’t fast, then lunch, and then iftar time is the busiest time. They all come inside, even their gents who are rarely seen in the kitchen, come and peep and give additional requests to their ladies. And these ladies, since first they don’t come early into the kitchen, they go crazy and try to cook in a hurry. Some even burn their hands, on some, the oil splashes, and then oil gets spilled, and juice gets spilled and make the floor sticky.” I instantly imagined that busiest time of my entire year.

The chimney replied, “but I enjoy that time the most. I get to smell the yummiest dishes, the new preparations that they make during that period. I never get to smell such dishes for the whole year until next Ramadan and crispy corn fritters are my most favorite.”

The kitchen wall finally had some mercy on me. It said, “I think its ok to cooperate with them during Ramadan. They clean us so well before the month starts and since a lot of cooking happens, its not possible to keep cleaning us day and night. They fast and cook while fasting and its does it for a good cause and before Eid, they do such thorough cleaning for all of us. Its reasonable for us to cooperate with them at that time.

“They forget to close me after sometime. I keep rotating for long hours and get tired.” said a sullen exhaust fan, yawning. “Then I get spoiled quickly and instead of repairing they replace me and electricity also gets waste.” It further added.

“They don’t clean me from inside and try to heat tea when it gets cold, and it spills all over. They even try to heat egg which pops so loud and breaks and spreads all over my wall. Then they don’t clean me well and I stink. I hate that smell of egg,” said the oven.

“We have been witnessed all their secret gossips while they cook. Now we know which aunty is who and which aunty is good or bad. We have even heard their secret gossips made to their mothers.”, said the kitchen cabinet.

“I love it when that naughty boy comes and leave the dispenser tap open. Even though she shouts at him, but on this pretext, I get cleaned up and feel as if I have taken a bath,” said the kitchen floor.

“We have also witnessed her cries. I feel terrible when she cries standing near me. I let her be, and then she opens the tap and washes her face over me and leaves with a smiling face, said the sink.

“We have had our good times as well. When everyone goes to sleep, someone or the other one comes secretly and enjoys the yummy ice-cream, 2:00 a.m. snacks etc.”, said the kitchen floor. Everyone laughed and agreed.

I feel a little cool when a kid carelessly leaves the fridge door open, or when an adult tries to keep all the leftovers in one go. The cool air comes over and caresses me. That is the best time of the day for me, said the kitchen wall.

Just then I heard a loud voice around me, saying, “but I feel so painful. I even cry and let out beeps, but they don’t close my door until their work is done. My gas gets leaked, and it makes me sick” I jumped. It was my fridge talking. Since it's kept just outside my kitchen, I realized I was sitting on a stool, next to my fridge and listening to the interesting talk of my kitchen.

I scratched my head and realized that it was a wee hour of the morning. It would be dawn soon. I gave an enormous yawn and decided to get some sleep. I casually went inside the kitchen and drank some more water. I cleaned the kitchen platform, and then patted the fridge door and went inside my room.

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