cookingA weeknight made me realize one thing. That I have a knack of reaching conclusions after careful watch, required analysis and a brief declaration amongst those available. I first called my brother out to the balcony outside my room and asked him to stand in the spot I pointed out. He reluctantly took position and looked on to see what else I had in mind for me. I asked him if he could smell anything being cooked. He readily agreed and right enough my mother walked into the balcony and I gladly made her the next specimen of my observation. I enquired with her the same and she told me she could smell a fried dish being completed. My brother again agreed and then acclaimed it to be quite tasty.

I then revealed to them, the two subjects of my experiment, that I have been smelling some thing or the other being prepared at any given time. I added that my balcony on account of being on the second floor had no kitchen directly or indirectly close to it and it was quite late in the night for cooking to be taking place.

I later suggested that it could be the doings of a ghost and that it was a harmless non-nirvanad soul that was finding solace in cooking on my balcony. I mentioned it like I was merely stating the weather report or updating them on glamorous celebrity headlines. Initially my mother made it seem like I was nuts, but later upon thought agreed that my balcony was no place for cooking essence to linger, as there were no kitchens anywhere near it.

I told them I will continue observing the kitchen and the aromas on my balcony and then we could think up a way to handle the ghost. Like first confirm the cooking ghost is there and then plan to deal with it. But honestly I have no qualms if there is in fact a ghost that loves to cook. I made my speech neat and crisp, almost like the cooking ghost’s fried dish.

The moment passed and we were still recovering from the supernatural cook on my balcony and the aromas. After a while I announced that I was hungry, to which my brother promptly asked me to check with the cooking ghost, “what’s cookin.”