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Who says cooking is difficult? In Bhutan we eat same dishes breakfast, lunch and dinner. How delicious the meal entirely depends on what you add. More items you add to the dish, tastier it is expected to become. May be not for health-freaks though! 

Thanks to rice-cooker you even don’t have to worry whether the rice would be cooked. What a faithful and useful item! And cooking a delicious curry is where you grow creative, but when you cook same thing over and over again, it is not much. It is practice. Both men and women can cook, I found out.  

Thank god, we don’t have cook books in Bhutan. I am so poor in reading instructions. And that’s how cooking can be creative in Bhutan with no prescribed recipes. Having a prepared list of recipes is like following a blind man – not that the one who prepared the recipes is bad – but because when we do that we are putting a big full stop to our creativity.  

And you see, cooking is so much like writing. Trying to sound someone we are not is being hypocrite. And trying to imitate someone is like following a prepared list of recipes. And I am told while cooking, one has to put in his heart and soul into it. This way the food would taste good. Writing is no exception. I can read people’s hearts and souls, their emotions through their writings.  

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