Creativitea

Most activities that I enjoy doing seem to have some scope for creativity.

Each time I lay my hands on my musical keyboard, I seem to play a different tune that I have not heard anywhere. I cannot say all of them are good ones. In fact most ones are not. My brother calls it plain randomness.

I am mad. Now I am switching between writing this blog and another one. I am unsure which one I will finish first. What should I call this state of mind ?

Each time I cook Sambar, I can't resist doing something crazy. Once I made it with carrot, radish and beans. Tricolor. It did not taste bad.

When I play carrom, I often miss easy shots. When I find the possibility of a new kind of shot, I can't help not attempting. Sometimes when I succeed,I fly. My friends call it fluke.

Sometimes, when the mind wants to be creative, it ends up being restless.
Sometimes, when the mind is calm without any desires, creativity flows out like Ganga.

Maybe, creativity is my cup of tea.

Cooking - with love

I started cooking.
When I had to.
When I was sore of eating hotel food.

My friend used to say.
Food made for money will not contain love.
I think he is right.

I started cooking.
I discovered a new pleasure.
A great way to unwind.
After a day of monotony.

I can experiment.
With colors - of vegetables.
With aromas - of spices.

When crazy experiments succeed.
The joy is unexplainable.

One hour to cook.
Fifteen minutes to eat.
That does n't put me off.
I relish both.

Food made at home.
With lots of love.
Has no comparison.

I am glad I started cooking.