I remember your voice

part 19

"You said you want to help me ease my pain, knowing you are the reason my heart is on fire."

Let me tell you both before and after I lost my vision,I've travelled to numerous locations and enjoy doing so but there is just one spot I have never gone to.

It was in the kitchen,It's like a mafia place that involves hitting, cutting, frying, and fire, along with many other dangerous things.Vegetables enter it in one piece and leave it in numerous pieces after being mercilessly stabbed, cut, and fried.

Many living things died there in order to appease the wicked appetites of humans. if you are not careful you could also sustain a number of cuts While caring for the deceased and frying them. It's riskier than you realise..

Once I I tried to enter that deadly room to boil some water and came out with half-burned fingers two slaps from my mother, and I had to take an hour-long lesson, that dread stayed with me and I never tried to enter that dangerous place again.

I never imagined having to do it again, but life has a way of making things happen for you. As I previously stated, the more you try to avoid something, the harder it hits you in the ring, just like Mike Tyson used to do to his opponents.

Believe me when I say that I never imagined the kitchen to be this large. She introduced me to the staff, and it seemed as though the kitchen was a food factory since there weren't just separate parts but rather a whole mini palace.

They were divided into two labour departments: the imperial officer in charge of the kitchen, who was man, and allied departments that were in charge of water and beverages. Occasionally, one or two labours would enter the room carrying large trays and silver glasses and bowing in front of me. If their hands were free, they would also join them and do the same. I had to nod at each namaskar, and my head was already hurting.

It was divided into several sections, including one where all the enormous dishes were placed, one where everything was stored, but only perishable items like fruits and vegetables, grains, and flour were transported by them from outside and I assume were placed in some store. Another section was where labourers were constantly at work; some were chopping while others were cutting, and others were grinding; it really did resemble a factory.

No one was wearing a parda; instead, everyone had their faces exposed. Men wore turbans, while ladies wore cotton ghagras.

"Are there no women wearing pardas here?"

As far as I knew, the parda was first introduced in 1526 AD, making this the 16th century.

"No, Ranassa said, women here are not required to adhere to Mughal customs; though rural women wear pardas, no one is required to do so here."

"Impressive".

I was under strain when they showed me the castle where I would be cooking since many people who were working on other things stopped what they were doing and moved aside to make room for me.

I was standing there holding a slotted spoon in one hand that was bigger than what I usually seen in marriages.

"Why are these things so large? Are we making meals for some marriage?"

"no queen These utensils are used daily in the palace for every meal; they are a new set that we just unwrapped yesterday and are smaller than the ones we previously used".

"Sure".

If it's small, God knows what big is for them, I added slowly.

"I don't think it's safe to let me cook, though, as I can't recall anything".