My cooking diaries Memories are a vital component of our bodies .Undoubtedly, childhood is the happiest time of every person.I also have such memories with my grandmother.When I was 10 years old , I have started my cooking with my grandma.My first experience was not good, because my hands were burned on my first cooking. So my parents were afraid when I cook in the kitchen.At my grandmother's house, there is a garden with full of veggies.One day,I have cooked an omelet with the help of my grandmother.She switched on the gas and kept a pan for making an omelet.I was a little tense at that time.Because , If my hands burn at this time, My parents wouldn't allow me to enter the kitchen.I have prayed to the lord almighty, and started beating the eggs, vegetables and masala powders.Successfully, I have shifted the egg mixture in to the pan.After some time, there is a golden color in the omelet.So all of you should think ,Is there any golden color omelet right?.But it was my imagination that thinks me about the golden omelet and the omelet was smiling at me.When the omelet was cooked.I have taken a plate and shifted the omelet.And this omelet was given to my parents for tasting.They were surprised when they taste the omelet .It was a good omelet. It's my grandmother who helps me to make an omelet.Without her help,It will not become a perfect and tasty omelet.I miss her so much .Because,now she is no more.Her memories make me alive. Thank you. By Nanikha mary St.teresas college,ernakulam