I wanted to write about my most unforgettable moment and that would be the day I had a moon light dinner with sister and a cousin.
It started on a pleasant evening when my parents went to banglore to attend a wedding. My cousin came home to spend time with us and can have some fun with no adult supervision. We were in our intermediate and staying all by ourselves was a big adventure. We started planning for the dinner but none of us can cook. We gone through all the magazines and finally after a long search we decided to make fried rice with the potato kurma ( I know it feels like do we have to search for this but remember we were small then and don’t know yet how to cook). Each one divided the work and made everything ready. But just then an unprepared thing happened. The cooking is about to finish, we have to check the taste and add the touchups and the electricity was gone. It was dark outside and we don’t know where the candle was. We searched for the candle and luckily we got the torch and so we finished the cooking. My aunt from next door came with a candle and a matchbox in her hand. She came to drag us three girls to her house as it is dark outside and is not secure. We didn’t listen to her as usual; we thought this is the real adventure staying in the dark. We pushed her out. When we were waiting for the current to come back so that we can see how we actually did it, we got another idea. Why won’t we go and sit on the terrace and have a moon light dinner. And immediately we took the dishes and plates and had our meal enjoying the view. The moon lighting on the top and all the houses with the candles lit and the kids playing antakshari and we enjoying our first meal cooked from the scratch.
