My daughter has been asking me to teach her some dishes. She wants to learn cooking. This is very sweet. I surely want to teach her all the dishes that I know. It will be a vastly satisfying experience. I learnt cooking from my mom and I want to pass this art to my daughter. My son is a little small to feel interested in what goes beyond the tasty dish that is served on the plate. He is happier eating it.

But I am glad my daughter wants to learn. Cooking is a very cathartic process and gives you a lot more in return. I tried to postpone the training process for some years. I feel that my daughter should grow up a little more and enjoy herself first. But she is adamant that she wants to learn now only.

This is the reason why I allow her to accompany me in the kitchen and watch while I prepare things. She looks at everything very carefully and asks me a thousand questions. All of them are very cute and I love answering them. It gives me sheer happiness.

She even helps me in kitchen chores. She peels and cuts the fruits and vegetables, arranges the table and even washes the dishes at time. I am happy that she is becoming more responsible. You can understand the excitement and sincerity on her part by the fact that she has even cut her nails. She says she finds it difficult to grasp things with long nails.

I asked her what she wanted to learn the very first time. She told me and we have been having mock practices for some time. The initial experiments were a little off the mark but she has now become absolutely perfect.

Today we are having a special dinner at home. It is only four of us. Me, my wife and our kids. My daughter has prepared the dish for all of us. We will have her very first handmade dinner. She didn’t even allow me to enter the kitchen. She has managed everything herself.

Let me take your leave now. I am getting late for dinner. Please take care. Bye.

The ‘common man’ and his family had the most tasty dinner that day. The hot and tasty pasta was the very first dish that his daughter had cooked for the family. As they ate the pasta and savoured it’s taste, the common man couldn’t help feeling his eyes moist. It was a mixed feeling. He knew his kids were growing up.