As I sat down to write, I had this inexplicable desire to cook. Mother was not in the kitchen and that would be the perfect time to help myself to some ingredients which otherwise remain out of my bounds on mother’s watch. I sneaked like a cat into my own kitchen and started looking for vegetables to chop. I had some crazy ideas to serve on my platter and I felt happy to take charge of the kitchen. People would say that my behaviour is very much like a girl who is into cooking and housemaking stuff, people hardly realize that it’s the chemistry of the cooking that indulges me into this arena. The spices and the condiments that dwell in the perfect ratio in order to bring the water to the tip of the tongue..yes it is all chemistry. The one that you want to run away from during school days, the one that you want to go to now,strange as it is, chemistry can sometimes be unnerving. Follow the easy steps and it all boils down to the simple formula. I looked at the dead fish in the refrigerator. Fish have a memory of fifteen seconds. Can this be true? Fish live in water, a complex environment according to me and if you don’t remember things more than fifteen seconds, how are you supposed to remember where you keep things? I guess fish don’t require that memory at all. Some people say that dish are robots! Seriously?! Only because fishes don’t have facial features to express their emotions, you cannot outcast them to the section of non-feeling robots. Fishes however, are extremely adjustable creatures. I remember I brought home a fish in a water filled polythene bag and then transferred it to a fish bowl. The bowl was perhaps too small for the fish and it had leaped out and fell on the floor. I had to pick it up with a spoon. Oh how much i cried thinking that it was dead, but it survived and i was relieved! 
