Sid-Thinks

It's never too late to learn anything new, said a great man, not sure who exactly, so let it be me. In past, when it came to cooking something, except fake heroic stories depicting me as THE ONE, I felt an emotion which can at closest be described by the word 'YUK'. Always. It was always like someone cooked and the king gulped. The king would damn if it tasted bad. But times change. The king had to move out of his home town to far off lands in search of bread. He was told he had grown up and should earn his own broth. He came to Pune and started staying with friends. Slowly as the years passed and he was forced to rely on maids and restaurants and messes to cook for him, a friend came to his life who happened to have a special skill. Cooking. The king at first teased him of possessing a feminine hobby, jokingly of course, as the king was lazy, but not a male chauvinist. But when the king tasted the hand cooked meal of his friend, he realized what he had been m