Was getting ready for office this morning. Mum had left and was just planning to sit down for breakfast. Was tired of eating apple. Was bored of brown bread and low sugar raspberry jam. Decided to whip up a nice omelette and eat it with bread. And i did just that. A lot went through my head in the process. There was a time in college when i used to make this combo almost everyday for my best friend D. She was in hostel and inevitably the lazy bum would miss breakfast coz she simply wouldnt get up. Inspite of calling her and waking her up she would doze away and the breakfast would be forgotten. We were in evening college so classes started only by 12. Madam would sleep till 10. In college she would eat one puff and something to drink. Thats all!!!
Was wondering when she was going to pass out. She finally asked me one day to get her something to eat. Bread omelette was fine with her. It soon started to become a practise. Sometimes there would be no salt, sometimes too much, sometimes just perfect. The bread would be lightly toasted on the tawa so it wouldnt be too brittle nor too soft. Sometimes i would come early to give this dumbo sufficient time to eat while commenting about passersby or share the latest gossip before we went to class.
All this went through my head in a span of 1o mins. The bread was done. Neither too hard nor too soft... was just right. The omelette was done too. It did not tear. It was perfect. The salt was perfect too. Sometimes i guess even while cooking... its the thought that matters :)
