“Perhaps, I need to learn to love you the way the earth loves the moon: fondly, but from a distance.”
Imagination~
Summers in Mussoorie, 'The Queen Of The Hills', weren't as hot as it was, in most of the other places in India. Which makes it a perfect hill station, situated at foothills of the Garhwal Himalayan Range.
Visitors in summer vacations, increased the crowd in the town, for a month or so. Otherwise it had all qualifications to be called a 'Piece of Heaven on earth'. Peaceful and Beautiful, forever, for the locals.
It was 10 O'clock and The small kitchen of 'Dream Home', which was situated on Mall Road, near Gun Hill, was once again filled with hustle and bustle.
Other residents of home were prohibited in kitchen, as 'Mifa: The Baker' got busy with her favorite work, 'baking', yet again, just like any other sweet normal day.
Today, she was baking Rose Meringue Cookies, an order from an old customer, which she had to deliver till 5 O'clock. Not wanting to come across any sudden problem, she started baking from morning itself.
No, she didn't call her brother Shoaib, a 'Problem'. Though he might have been behaving like one, since forever, but she was too sweet too call him A problem.
This twenty four years old beautiful young lady named, Mifa was as sweet as the cookies she used to bake. For which she was famous, in her whole town.
She was busy with baking, wearing her flowery print apron which had 'Love At First Bite' painted on the front pocket. Whilst, her mother was busy reading newspaper, sitting on dining table and her brother, busy roaming around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for the cookies to be ready.
"Mamma, ask him to go away or I'm not giving him a single cookie!" Occasional shouts from Mifa and sweet words in the name of scoldings from his mother couldn't stop him from peeking in kitchen every now and then.
"I'm telling you, you're just wasting time and resources, just like every other day. I would have baked better cookies, but I don't know how to trap customers with sweet words, like you do!" Same old dialogue was heard from outside the kitchen window, infuriating her no less than other days.
Soon enough, an angry candy came flying and hit him on face, which Shoaib unwrapped and ate happily.
Now, she was expertly whipping the egg whites and sugar together in a big glass bowl. Her long wavy hair was tied in a messy bun so the hair won't disturb her. Her one earphone was plugged in her right ear playing a melodious song which she would sing along occasionally. Other earphone was dangling on her left shoulder which had slipped from her ear, but she couldn't plug it back in, as her hands weren't free.
Thus, she had to tolerate her brother's blabbering about how all her cookies were tasteless and burnt mostly. She added the Rose water in the Meringue while her elder brother was successfully distracting and disturbing her.
Their mother's phone rang loudly from above the refrigerator and he ran to pass it to their mother, much to Mifa's relief.
"Aunt's call! " saying he picked it up for her and put it on speaker, just as his mother liked.
Their mother's elder sister's voice boomed from other side of line, which now has taken half of their attention, not whole.
Greetings were done and then the topics were both sisters' health issues, family matters etcetera. Mifa was sure, this conversation would last for next 40 minutes.
Mifa was now very carefully and tenderly trying to pipe the perfect rosettes on parchment lined baking sheet, with her Wilton 1M nozzle tip in her piping bag.
