• Sarita had been out to give an earful to the lazy tailor for not stitching her suits at a given time. She returned home with an unpleasant expression, and to add extra salt to her annoyance. The weird aroma coming out of her kitchen touched her nostrils, and she quickly ran to check what was cooking there. She saw her daughter with her crazy friends chopping bitter gourd, and a smile adorned her lips.
"Kiti chaan, aaj meri beti khana bana rahi hai," Sarita said with a sweet smile.
"Khana? Nahi nahi, aapko misunderstanding hui hai. She is making a cake." Sonali informed the innocent lady with an innocent smile.
"Kay? Karaylache cake kon banvato?" Sarita asked them astonishingly and saw her daughter putting more peels in the boiling water.
(Kya? Karela ka cake kaun banata hai?)
"Hum log, aur kaun." Said Sonali happily.
"Abhi mujhe samjh aaya bahar itni ajeebo gareeb smell kyu aa rahi thi, yahan toh Infamous MasterChef mera kitchen bigad ne pe aaya hai." Sarita taunted her daughter for mixing neem leaves in the boiling water.
"Hehe!" Radhika giggled.
"Yeh neem kyu dala hai ab?" Sarita asked Naina.
"Woh toh in logo ko face pack banana hai sab neem, karela mix kar ke." Naina apprised her mother with a cute smile.
"Aur tum sach me karela cake bana rahi ho?" Her mother questioned her with a strict visage.
"Of course!" Naina said normally.
"Vedi jhalis ahe ka tu?" Sarita scolded her daughter in a stern voice.
(Pagal hogayi hai kya tu?)
"Kyun?" Naina asked her with a pout.
Sarita's nose flared up in rage and She told her furiously - "Karela Cake kaun banata hai? Tumne kabhi suna bhi hai iska naam? Log birthday me ya toh chocolate, ya fir mix fruit, ya red velvet cake khate hai...yeh toh pehli baar dekh rahi hoon main."
"Yeh kisi ke birthday ke liye nahi hai aunty," Radhika said casually.
"Toh?" Sarita questioned.
"Hum sabne ek food competition me participate kiya hai. Make Best Out Of Worst." Sonali replied to her with a cheeky smile, and Naina glared at them for giving such a foolish reason.
"What? Yeh kya food recycling ka competition hai?" Sarita asked them with horror scripted on her face.
"Yes, exactly." Radhika concurred.
"Kya bol rahe ho tum log, dimag kharab ho gaya hai? Dikhao mujhe kaunsa aisa competition hai jisme yeh sab banane kaha hai." Sarita demanded, still unable to process the fact that they could bake a bitter gourd cake just to win the competition.
"Aunty woh form toh mere ghar reh gaya," Sonali said sheepishly.
"Acha, main bhi aaugi tum logo ke saath competition me, dekhu toh sahi kya kya bana kar leke aate hai log," Sarita spoke with a serene expression.
"Waha sirf participation jaa sakte hai," Radhika said hurriedly, her fingers laced with each other in anxiety.
"Naina, kya bol rahi hai tumhari yeh saheliyan?" Sarita turned to ask her daughter, who was efficiently making the green batter.
"Aai, aap kyu itne sawal kar rahi hai, sirf karela hi toh use kar rahi hoon kaunse aapke gehne wagera leke bhaag gayi," Naina replied to her detective mother for interrogating them like they're working for an underworld don, and Sarita pursed her lips.
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