Everything Bunrned, But She held me with Love - The story of my CARROT HALWA
One day, during my intense NEET PG preparation, after completing the day’s tasks and scoring well in Marrow module tests for one subject, I told my mom that I wanted to make carrot halwa. She smiled and let me take over the kitchen. I started preparing it with all my heart — boiling the milk, grating the carrots, imagining that first sweet spoonful. When the milk was boiling, I asked my dad to help me lift the pot off the stove, since it was hot and heavy. He jokingly refused, but I took it seriously and decided to do it myself. I grabbed a cloth to hold the pot, not realizing that a small piece of it was hanging loose. The next moment, it caught fire. I didn’t even notice until I felt the searing heat against my fingers — that sudden sting of pain. My dad rushed in and noticed the flames, helping me immediately. Somehow, I managed to place the pot aside safely, threw away the burning rag, and ran my fingers under cold water to ease the burn. Meanwhile, the carrots I was sautéing in gh...
