I tried... but Im an Indian

The urge to eat some delicious, some spicy, some hot food just couldnt be sustained.

Today, I tried not to eat any of the junk food, of course, I could have tried to cook, but lately since last year, this habit is as rare as the balding eagle, I have almost literally stopped cooking. I need to get back to cooking, but cooking our food here leaves a very pungent odor on everything. The clothes smell, the body smells, even the hair. I know I know in India we rarely have the pleasures of quarantining the entire Kitchen, but the fact is in India everything and everybody cooks Indian food. Which is of course plainly called as food in India. But the point is where everything is the same there is rarely any distinction in the olfactory senses. But here even a pinch of turmeric and you will find the Generally-Minding-His-Own-Space-Gora ask you "You an Indian? You just had Indian Food?" in the Lift. Its not the goras that Im really bothered about. Its my own smell, It smells not just different, it makes me feel foodsick throughout the day unless I have a bath with some really strong stuff like Old-Spice and rid me off the curry on me.

I need to come up with a solution to the smelly cooking. I saw my friends came up with a simple one of having the lid closed immediately after adding the spices. But the smells stays. It Stays.. reminding me of the not so great cooking talent that I possess and how it was bliss back in India with my Ma.

On an ending note: Once when I was a small kid my Ma was really frustrated with me getting in all sorts of trouble at home. She Warned that if I keep on getting into trouble She will leave Home and go far away. To which I asked.. "Who will cook me food then?"
Poor Ma she didnt know better to slap me or to laugh at me.