“Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby”

― George Bernard Shaw, Pygmalion

I enjoy cooking. I didn’t know until I’ve been cooking more and more lately.

It’s been months.

Personally, It really doesn’t matter how food on the table ends up being but I deeply find the process of making — meditative. Chopping of vegetables. Watching the cook tutorial video over and over. Making sure the right amount of water, the spices and condiments goes in. Making sure I stir them frequently. The exhaustion of legs as a result of standing for a long time. Skin burns because of the oil and the hot utensils on fire. Food presentation. Cleaning the kitchen over and over. Doing the dishes and putting them where they belong and finally taking a satisfying well-deserved rest.

Cooking in a way has become my friend, a getaway place to dissolve my stress. An alternative to un-work my worked-up brain.

Never have I ever cooked to this extent ever.

Never have I ever thought I’d cook … i can almost anything.

I don’t know maybe this is a one new hobby I’m developing.

I don’t know maybe I enjoy cooking because in a way it is saving me one day at a time.

Namaste.