The gas was still on.
The wet, yellow rice stuck to the white walls, all the way to the roof.
The black rubber gasket, the cooker lid, the whistle and anonmous parts of the cooker handle lay still on the floor mangled at odd angles, resembling a perfect morning-after.
Loud, Rhythmic music blared - reflecting a false sense of normality.
My dream of making Biryani lay ruined in front of my eyes.
Its not that i was upset that i wont have delicious biryani last night. I still managed to recoup most of my investment by having simple rice, cooked in an open vessel after the disaster. But to imagine that specially in my case, the axiom, "whatever has to go wrong, will go wrong" rings specially true.
The wet, yellow rice stuck to the white walls, all the way to the roof.
The black rubber gasket, the cooker lid, the whistle and anonmous parts of the cooker handle lay still on the floor mangled at odd angles, resembling a perfect morning-after.
Loud, Rhythmic music blared - reflecting a false sense of normality.
My dream of making Biryani lay ruined in front of my eyes.
Its not that i was upset that i wont have delicious biryani last night. I still managed to recoup most of my investment by having simple rice, cooked in an open vessel after the disaster. But to imagine that specially in my case, the axiom, "whatever has to go wrong, will go wrong" rings specially true.
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