A Plate Full Of Mom

“One of the most important relationships we have is the relationship we have with our mothers.”

When Mom had to go away for a week to attend one of her training conferences, I hadn’t thought I’d miss her cooking that much! Her cooking!

Since my early childhood days, I’ve always been a lonely kid. Put me in an empty room with something to eat and a pen and a paper and I guarantee that I can live my entire life in the same space.

So, the day Mom left to attend the conference, naturally I didn’t miss her that much. Being a working woman, Mom was hardly around me. The little time we got after she returned home from her work, she spent it in the kitchen, cooking dinner and doing other little works.

Growing up, I didn’t have a particularly good relationship with my mom. Perhaps, it was because of the fact that I was a rebellious teenager with very different tastes than my mother. We’d argue on almost everything – clothes, food, books, subjects, languages, cultures and food. In short, we were both hot-headed and adamant to prove our point to each other.

Food – whatever she cooked, I didn’t like. She didn’t like that I didn’t like what she cooked. And I hardly knew how to cook! So each day, four of us, including my crazy eleven year old brother and my Dad, sat at the dining table hearing my grumbles and Mom’s constant complaints against my so-called attitude.

But that was five years ago.

Now, I believe I’m a sober teenager. My hormones have calmed down and I did realize how crazy a teen I had been! Relationships have improved and that counts the one between me and my mom. We understand each other better and hopefully, though the arguments haven’t completely stopped, they aren’t really that serious.

However, I still have a problem with her cooking.

Dad tells me that it’s probably because I’m bored of eating the same thing again and again and he is probably right. Sometimes, I believe the same too. But is there a solution? No. So until I learn how to cook (which seems like the next birth) and I’m finally independent and have a job, I’ve to depend on Mom.

Mom had to go for almost a week and we were given our pocket-money to order take-outs for dinner. The entire idea of eating out for an entire week, thrilled me! As most of you must have predicted by now, I’m a big foodie. Give me food and I’m the happiest soul around. But I’m really picky when it comes to food.

Dad, being the more inventive person in our house, decided that we should cook something and not order everyday. So that is what we did. Basically, he cooked.

And though I’ve seen that some men are great cooks, I can vouch that my dad is not. He can make some decent dishes, agreed, but when he tries to cook something he doesn’t know, it’s always a blunder that somehow ends up tasting good to him. And he forces us to eat it!

That is exactly what happened on the rainy Friday night when he got back home early.

I still do not know what he made. He called it something and we ate it without a noise. My brother even went on to say it was so good he could eat it everyday! Obviously, he meant it in a very sarcastic sense but Dad took it as words of encouragement and decided that we were going to eat the same thing again the next night.

I remember swinging my feet wildly and hitting my brother under the table.

The other day, when Dad had left for his office, we were hungry. So my brother and I decided to try something new. Given my complete inexperience when it comes to cooking, I had a difficult time trying to find something to make. We would’ve bought instant noodles but we were lazy.

“Cookies!” my brother suggested.

I agreed.

Half an hour later, he was mixing the batter for the second batch of cookies while I was reading a recipe book. A part of me wanted the cookies to taste exactly like Mom’s. So I took special care while adding the flour and eggs and chocolate, making sure the measure was accurate enough.

In between the little party in the kitchen, I remembered the last time she had made those cookies for us. It was a long while ago. Now that I sat on the kitchen top, reading through a recipe book, it felt as if Mom’s recipe to deliciousness had left along with her. It hadn’t been passed on to me and I had this nagging thought at the back of my brain that something might be wrong with the cookies.

It was then I realized that I had always loved Mom’s cooking, no matter what. I had always complained but that was plainly because I was bored with eating the very same thing, not because her cooking was bad.

The alarm of the oven went off and I helped my brother in pulling the tray out.

The cookies had weird shapes. Though they had looked good when we had poured them into the tray, after being baked, they had those weird amoeboid shapes. However, they tasted great! Perfect!

“Exactly like Mom’s!” my brother exclaimed as he stuffed a handful of cookies into his mouth.

No, the cookies didn’t taste like the ones Mom made. They lacked one thing. One person.

They lacked Mom.

The BEST Things About Wattpad – #2 – The Best Blurbs

In the previous post, we had discussed that one of the best things about Wattpad is probably the most attractive covers found there. Another thing that I absolutely love about Wattpad is that, no doubt, there are some stories which lack quality, there are some pretty gems that are scattered here and there.

I bring you a small collection of books with the best blurbs that I’ve come across on Wattpad.

THESE UNGODLY WARS (Maeve Lynch) – There was a time where the names of the angels were sung of, their images worshipped and feared. Where people were pure and bright, afraid to go against the Lord. With the ages passing, the fear faded and the brightness went corrupt. Darkness took the world in its embrace and no one ever noticed. Until now. Strange feathers are being found all over the world, feathers that don’t belong to any creature. Pure white and stronger than anything human kind has ever seen. Scientists are trying to figure out what the feathers are – scientists like Isobel’s father. Then, there are people who believe it isn’t just a coincidence. People who believe the angels have come. People who know that the world is in danger.
God-Slaying Machine
GOD-SLAYING MACHINE (TIARA HARVEY)-
Osaka is not what Miyako Akane thought it would be. Used to her life inside Hutchingson Laboratories, Miyako now has to cope with the curiosity of her classmates and of the new prototype sent to help her, as well as how to carry out her missions without the rest of Japan finding out. But when she finds a body inside the house of the first girl she murdered, questions are raised. How is everyone so connected? And why was Jaede forced to disappear only weeks after her arrival? With the help of an antisocial boy who knows more than she’d like, Miyako is about to discover that there’s more to Project God-Slaying Machine than she realized, and that what she learns could destroy everything, including herself.
WHERE THE HEART ROAMS
WHERE THE HEART ROAMS (XCrocusX)-
Life is just another horror movie. We’re all stuck in the same sick world, living the same sick nightmare. To Annabelle Jones, life is so bitterly unfair, and she knows it all too well. After being abused and left to rot all alone, one just starts to think. Even though her pessimistic views on life stand in the way, and her corrupt, horrible past still haunts her, Annabelle will try make it home. Even through her toughest challenges yet.
MAKE A WISH (Aditi)-  Wishes are dreams that are yet to come true. When wishes come true, they are shrugged off as mere coincidences. Cara McAdams always believed that, until she met Sam Parker. Turns out, there is a lot more to the art of wishing than she knew. For every human Wisher, there is a Fulfiller with magical powers. And that person just might be anyone...
MAKE A WISH (Aditi)– Wishes are dreams that are yet to come true. When wishes come true, they are shrugged off as mere coincidences.
Cara McAdams always believed that, until she met Sam Parker. Turns out, there is a lot more to the art of wishing than she knew.
For every human Wisher, there is a Fulfiller with magical powers. And that person just might be anyone…
THE ASSASSIN OF TRUTH (LUCINA REINE)- I killed my puppy when I was five. Twelve years have passed and that list of victims has become a whole lot longer. My world has always been black and white. My vision has never been clouded by feelings of pity or mercy. It has given me my prowess as a skilled assassin in Alethea, and I don't even have magic. Sort of. I came to this land seeking a nearly impossible to find truth. I didn't come to run from it. How was I supposed to know that truth was a dagger with my name on it? I'm not the only one with secrets to hide. The truth will always come out. I just don't know if I'll survive to hear it.
THE ASSASSIN OF TRUTH (LUCINA REINE)– I killed my puppy when I was five. Twelve years have passed and that list of victims has become a whole lot longer.
My world has always been black and white. My vision has never been clouded by feelings of pity or mercy. It has given me my prowess as a skilled assassin in Alethea, and I don’t even have magic. Sort of. I came to this land seeking a nearly impossible to find truth. I didn’t come to run from it. How was I supposed to know that truth was a dagger with my name on it?
I’m not the only one with secrets to hide. The truth will always come out. I just don’t know if I’ll survive to hear it.

The BEST Things About Wattpad – #1 – The Best Covers

Of all the writing sites I’ve been to, I hold the opinion that Wattpad probably has some of the best covers I’ve ever encountered.

Posted below are some of the ones chosen by me as the best looking covers from up and coming writers on the site-

Examples of some great covers encountered on Wattpad :

"If memories were the only milestones in life, Raelyn White is screwed."
“If memories were the only milestones in life, Raelyn White is screwed.”
"Life is just another horror movie. We're all stuck in the same sick world, living the same sick nightmare. To Annabelle Jones, life is so bitterly unfair, and she knows it all too well. "
“Life is just another horror movie. We’re all stuck in the same sick world, living the same sick nightmare. To Annabelle Jones, life is so bitterly unfair, and she knows it all too well. “
" Strange feathers have been found all over the world, feathers that don't seem to belong to any creature. Pure white feathers, stronger than anything human kind has ever seen. Scientists are trying to figure out what the feathers are - scientists like Isobel's father. Then, there are people who believe it isn't just a coincidence.  People who know the world is in danger."
“Strange feathers have been found all over the world, feathers that don’t seem to belong to any creature. Pure white feathers, stronger than anything human kind has ever seen. Scientists are trying to figure out what the feathers are – scientists like Isobel’s father. Then, there are people who believe it isn’t just a coincidence.
People who know the world is in danger.”
"With the help of an antisocial boy who knows more than she’d like, Miyako is about to discover that there’s more to Project God-Slaying Machine than she realized, and that what she learns could destroy everything, including herself."
“With the help of an antisocial boy who knows more than she’d like, Miyako is about to discover that there’s more to Project God-Slaying Machine than she realized, and that what she learns could destroy everything, including herself.”
"I am a Sinner. That is where I belong. I belong in Sin. I belong where the people do bad things and live sad little lives because that is what they told me. I will never see Virtue. I will never see the Sun. I will never see laugh lines and aching ribs. I will never see hopes and dreams, the feeling of being whole.
“I am a Sinner. That is where I belong. I belong in Sin. I belong where the people do bad things and live sad little lives because that is what they told me. I will never see Virtue. I will never see the Sun. I will never see laugh lines and aching ribs. I will never see hopes and dreams, the feeling of being whole.
"I killed my puppy when I was five. Twelve years have passed and that list of victims has become a whole lot longer."
“I killed my puppy when I was five. Twelve years have passed and that list of victims has become a whole lot longer.”

To know more about how they managed to make such beautiful covers, click on their books or take a look at their Wattpad profiles.