“Baking”; sounds lovely, right? Be it sweets, goods or dreams. A process which tests your patience time and again. I wonder, ‘How it would feel from the vantage point of a baker when he/she closes his/her dreamy bakery only to take a long and wishful sigh and put his/her sweet imagination into a pre-heated oven and sit on it to turn that into reality?’
Like a painter fills colours in his plain and bland canvas to make this world a better place to breathe in. Oh! A dash of milk, a handful of powdered sugar and a pinch of moody salt to create a mesmerizing blend of sweet nothings!
Oh! To be a baker; to bake dreams and imagination! To bake a reality and serve it into a wide platter. I ponder at the skill of such magicians who can bring happiness on a child’s face by presenting a truffle cake with a dash of whipped cream.
How I wish to be a baker myself and make a sanctuary for myself and those who need a corner of peace just like I crave.
Ramblings put forth 