Shh! Not A Writer.

               Cooking for oneself is a curious affair. Some days, you're the next Gordon Ramsay, whipping up gourmet meals with the finesse of a culinary artist. Other days let's just say the microwave gets more action than you'd like to admit. It's a rollercoaster of emotions, flavours, and, sometimes, utter chaos in the kitchen. Whether it's a hobby, a necessity, or a begrudging duty, the experience of cooking for oneself is as diverse as the dishes we create.                Imagine this: you're in the mood to bake. The kitchen transforms into your bakery as you sift flour, measure sugar, and crack eggs with the precision of a seasoned pro. The aroma of freshly baked cookies or a perfectly risen cake fills your home, and for that moment, you're not just cooking—you’re creating edible art. You might even try experimenting with a new recipe, tweaking ingredients here and there, and turning your ki...

                                After watching numerous novels adapted into movies, I’ve realised I can't keep to myself. It's like discovering a secret ingredient in your favourite dish and feeling the need to share it with the world. First, there’s the curious case of characters losing their inner monologues. In books, we're privy to every thought, fear, and witty remark that passes through a character’s mind. It's like being their confidant. But in movies, those thoughts are often reduced to a furrowed brow or a dramatic pause, leaving us to fill in the blanks. It’s a bit like seeing an old friend after years and realizing they've become a tad more reserved, making you work harder to understand them.                     Then there's the pacing. Oh, the pacing! Reading a book allows for a leisurely stroll through the story. You can ...