My mother was a wonderful cook. With the best cookware set she owned, which was a rather cheap one, my mother could make cuisines. Every evening we would await the aroma of spices wafting from the kitchen and look forward to a meal of bread and curry with happiness. On special occasions, she would prepare even more elaborate concoctions which we partook with gratefulness. Anyway, my family was not well off back then. We didn’t enjoy expensive meals or new stuff every other month just like the rich kids over the street did. However, we knew how to appreciate little joys, like eating my mother’s cooking:)