Kitchen Utensils

”Oh I feel so bored! says the olive coffee mug, ”When someone will come and pour some hot milk into my bottom, then slowly filling up with more hot milk with smiley coffee on the top, umm…,” it goes into the ruminating mood. The saucepan takes a long sigh, ”For how many days we have not been utilised!” ”Thirteen days! says the steel bowl, that glistening in the morning sunshine. ”Thank goodness, I am all clean”, the spoon speaks up in the lazy tone. ”But if they don’t come, we will become dirty soon, says the stockpot, ” Oh goodness! I have allergy for the dust!” The glass tumblers still sleep with their gentle snoring, they are the least minding about the people’s lack of presence; the glass tumblers are half empty, half full with water. People in little hurry in completing the glass of water before going out, it’s the ritual of the home, nobody leaves without sipping some water. ”See, how the water in the glass tumblers sparkle in the sunshine!”, sighs the saucepan, ”I wish I have left with some drops of red tea, even I will not mind of the tea stains!’ ”I hope this time the family is not going for long vacation”,says the steel jar with its gentle voice. ”Who knows!” the spoon clicks its tongue in little tensed tone. ”Hey, guys, do you hear the knock at the door”, says the green serrated knife. ”Yeah, yeah, I am also hearing the hissing sound of the car wheel,” says the steel bowl in hopeful voice. ”No it’s next door apartment,” one of the glass tumbler says, finally waking up. ”Oh, dear I am so envy of you, says the saucepan to the glass tumbler,”You have water in your belly unlike me!, for been lo–ong time I have not been put on the periwinkle flame”, announces in it’s little sad tone. The olive cup says,” Let’s be optimistic, as I have heard somewhere ” Optimism is the only strategy to go.” ”I need to be resourceful!”, sighs the spoon. ”Oh dear, you always get licked with love by the lovely kiddo”, says the green serrated knife. ”Ah, do not say all these, it makes me emotional”, says the spoon in little emotional voice. ”Now a days I wake up in the middle of the night of bad dreams… ”Me same, nightmare right? That we’ll be left alone.” ”Don’t talk too much, I need a power nap in the sweet sunshine”, says the glass tumbler. ”,Oh dear, you have just waken up!”, says the saucepan. ”Keep quiet, sleep is good for the brain and gut health.” replies the glass tumbler.

The night enters the home, kitchen utensils are preparing for their good night sleep, the glass tumblers are doing meditation, spoons singing a night song for all, green knife busy in talking to the lizard, saucepan and stockpot playing games; peek a boo. Suddenly the door gets opened, the family enters, with the hustle bustle of returning home. The utensils all get up, and smile at each other, spoons whistle in delight. The kids just barge into the kitchen, opens the glass jars, the tiny hands taking out some green raisins, putting them into the mouth,” I am hungry, maa papa, can I make something yummy now? ” ”Alright, alright, first we will have glass of water, oh we forgot to wash the glass tumblers”, says the mother. They are having the glass of fresh water, glass tumblers laughs out it’s true delight, the father put the saucepan on the periwinkle flame, as the tickling water tickles the saucepan, it laughs out loud, other kitchen utensils join in the laughter, the fresh smell of oatmeal porridge fills the air, makes the stomach crawl in the hunger. ”Thank goodness, we will be finally served tonight!” the spoon clicks in delight.