I have an apron,

Its red and green.

It has been beautiful designed.

I work in the kitchen,

Wearing it.

It hardly gets stained,

For I care for it regularly,

And my favourite times are when Ma bakes cakes and cookies,

And brings them out of them of the kitchen,

Wearing my red and green apron.



Dark Brown Chocolate Cookies With A Glass Of Warm And Delicious Milk.

Evenings are the times, when most of us introspect.

Introspection into life, into work , into studies, into the day at school.

There is nothing best than introspecting life with dark brown chocolate cookies and having them by dipping into milk.



Light Up The Oven.

Light up the oven, make some bread, when it is still red.

Light up the oven, make some beautiful and soft cake.

Light up the oven, make some cookies.

Light Up The Oven.

Light up the oven Ma for I am hungry and I am waiting for those beautiful, soft and nice cookies, bread and cakes with my glass of milk made by you Ma, for it is your’s and Baba’s love which keeps me running.

Be happy!



Warm Cookies with Sweet Milk.

Yesterday evening was dull.I was looking out of the window,watching the August rain,which was raining mercilessly on the streets outside.When it rains too much without a break, then everything becomes muddy and there is water everywhere. So,while I was looking at those getting wet in the rain, I was yawning incessantly.

Suddenly ma came into the room with a tray full of warm cookies and a glass of milk.

In a jiffy my yawning vanished and I sat down on the bed to have those warm cookies with the milk.

First I took a big gulp of the milk and found out that it was sweet milk.Ma had sweetened it. My throat started feeling more thirsty and before ma could point out that the cookies were still unfinished,I had gulped down nearly three fourth of it.I had a hard time dipping those round and fat cookies into the glass of milk.Those cookies could barely touch the milk in the glass.I could have broken the cookies into two, but I didn’t as by breaking the cookies, the warm liquidy stuff inside the cookies comes out and its taste changes.Suddenly ma again brought a hot jar containing the hot milk and added milk to my glass.Now I could dip those cookies.Hip!Hip!Hooray! Three cheers for ma.

While crunchily eating those cookies I took a glance once or twice outside and I shook my head at the rainy situation outside.This time I took my own sweet time to complete the glass of milk and after having the whole lot of it, I let out a big belch.After nearly thirty minutes,I went to sleep under my cozy blanket where I dreamed that ma was making more and more cookies and I was having them one by on and after having one of each variety, I packed them up tightly in air tight containers, where they would be safely kept for future consumption.Ah! if such dreams came true.

Happy Eating.




The soft but brisk home made warm cookies are the best thing to eat or rather dunk in milk, tea and coffee.

When Ma makes it at home, I simply feel that heaven is on earth. When she takes it out of the oven , wearing those big fat oven gloves and holding the tray in her right hand, I break out into a cookie dance, i.e. a dance which I only do when I see those warm, hot,fuzzy and sizzling brown or dark brown cookies and sometimes Ma makes them gooey and I simply love those.She puts a bit of caramel inside it and when I bite into those caramel cookies, my mouth goes on eating, enjoying and relishing every last bit and crumb of them.

One day I was feeling tired, so I laid to down to take a nap.About twenty minutes later, in my semi-sleep, I started smelling something that smelled like hot and warm home made cookies. I thought maybe I was imagining it, but the smell started getting more stronger and stronger and in an instant with the speed greater than that of a mach jet, I got out of bed and rushed into the kitchen. It confirmed my suspicion.Ma had made cookies in her oven and now I was going to have them with a glass of milk and believe it or not that whole tray of cookies would be over by the next morning and evening.

I have tasted cookies in the bakeries, pastry shops and malls, but I find them all to have been made too much professionally.

A cookie, made by Ma is something altogether different.

Those caramel cookies and the fruit and nut cookies which she makes are simply delicious to eat and before a whole day passes away, I always find that the whole tin of cookies have simply vanished into the thin air, by my courtesy, as and while having them, I don’t keep a track of them, but when tin becomes completely empty, it feels like, “what happened to those cookies and where did they disappear”?


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