Childhood Never Leaves You

I had a first time experience of making a paratha today. I was on my own and that was actually good!

So I rolled a portion of dough on the flour board and it took up a strange shape, not a circle, not a square but like an irregular blotch of ink. While working with the rolling pin I could not help but reminisce about my childhood when my elder sister and I used to make bread with play dough in a kitchen set up with toy utensils in front of the mirror on the dresser.

It was the time when food was almost any colour and plasticy in texture, could be served cold ans stored for months. Good were those innocent days!