Oops! She missed the turn. Traffic was unusually high and she was already running late. She took a deep breath and turned the radio on. Sounds of spiritual bliss started playing, but for some reason, this particular day, the divine melodies sounded more like kitchenware being tortured. It was anger that was clouding her brain and not bliss. “Shit! Did I turn the kitchen stove off?”, she wondered. The idea of her mom’s recipe of roasted, rosemary kitchen with potatoes being ruined was too much to handle. She could feel her mother’s velvety, stentorian voice judging her. “Back in my days we used to cook twice every day but you can’t even watch a chicken being properly baked?”, she’d say.  She missed another turn. What was wrong with her? The Smashing Pumpkins came on the radio,...

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