In my childhood whenever I saw my mother preparing dinner for us (she forbade us to touch the oven) I thought that cooking is a tough job. I often offered her help. But she refused always. She used to tell me, “It is your age to study not to cook, cooking is very easy, you can learn it in a day”.

In my eighteenth birthday I prepared chicken kassa and plain rice for my mom( I call her ‘mammy’), dad ( I called him ‘babu’) and my sisters, with my mother’s help. From that day I fell in love with cooking.

I think cooking is not a tough job. There is no hard and fast rule for cooking. If you are preparing any dish for the first time, prepare according to the given recipe and after that just alter the ingrediants according to your taste and it will be great.