It's Women's day 2020. When I was writing this it was actually the next day. This piece is getting written an 1 AM in the morning because earlier that evening I was ridiculed by my mother for not wishing her on Women's day.
I turned my stove off today, before the Maggi got burnt. Now, you might think it is a good thing, but it is not. You see, I like my burnt Maggi. For the past 15 years, ever since I have been cooking my own Maggi, I burn some in the bottom. Not today.
I am not devoted. Gods come to my mind only when I am nearing deadlines or terribly stuck somewhere. Until then both parties are usually minding our own businesses.