In our family, the kitchen was never a lonely place. Though my mother was a proud homemaker, everyone cooked. No one waited for instructions; we simply moved together, finding joy in the "kitchen grounds."
As the youngest, I was always fascinated by the rhythmic crackle of mustard seeds hitting hot oil the foundational sound of a Maharashtrian home. These tiny, black, nano-sized seeds were a giant mystery to my childhood mind. Today, I realized the "real" reason for their dark pigment, beyond just botany.
When I prepare Tadka Dal or a simple potato curry today, I see them clearly. Despite their minuscule size and the vastness of the pot, their black color makes them stand out. Unlike the heavy use of mustard in South Indian cuisine, our Maharashtrian kitchen uses them at a smaller scale yet they are always counted. In a sea of yellow dal or green leafy vegetables, they refuse to be lost. They aren't in every bite, but when you do encounter one, its presence is felt.
Be like the mustard seed. Your "size" in society may feel nano, your presence seemingly negligible in the grand scale of the world, but you matter. Your work, like the seed’s pigment, ensures you are visible.
When you pour your best into your deeds, you provide the "flavor" and "aroma" that the entire system requires. You don’t need to be the main ingredient to be the soul of the dish. Continue to enjoy your active participation; that is enough. If you feel your own worth, your existence will be felt by everyone else.
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