Washing the dishes
As I enter my room, my eyes are drawn to the unwashed pressure cooker. I cooked a potato dish last night. It was tasty. Now it is afternoon but the cooker is unattended, nobody washed it. But I will. When you live far away from your family, you do things as per your convenience. Thankfully, I don’t have many utensils—just a pressure cooker, three plates, five-six spoons, a tawa and a parat (a bigger plate). I have been in Jaipur for the past six years with my brothers, away from our village and our family. I don’t often cook, my younger brothers do. Sometimes I help them wash the dishes. I am older, I can order around. But jokes apart, I don’t dodge my work. Work is work. You have to do it, whichever way you do. In student life, you are responsible for yourself. Nobody is here to care for you. I once thought of hiring a maid, but she asked for a lot of money. So we thought, why don’t we do it ourselves, it doesn’t take much time to cook. But washing dishes is boring. You can’t do it with much interest.