Two Minutes
Imagine this: A group of kids playing outdoors. One of them feels hungry, runs to her mother, and says, “ Mummy, I am hungry. ” The doting mom, showing a victory sign with two fingers, says “ Two minutes ”. Eagerly the kids wait for the two minutes to get over, wondering what is in store. The excited kids frolic, playfully steal from each other, slurping down the last bit. This image stayed with my cousins and me when we watched it on a Black and White Television. The cost of one packet would be that of about half a litre of milk, so it was a " TREAT " that one could indulge in only on special occasions. Having no access to such privilege, we had to wait a long time before we could get our hands on it. A few summers ago, my older cousins who were permitted to use the gas stove volunteered to help. The first step was to read the instructions carefully and follow it to the T. We did exactly that, or so we believed. We anxiously saw it being cooked, waiting to grab our portio