By Stove on Fire

I had spent all my time preparing for the most challenging exam of the semester, and my brain was fried. I needed a break from all the stress, a moment of respite.

As I sat at my desk, a sudden craving for hot, good food. The thought of a steaming bowl of soup or a hearty plate of pasta became unbearable to resist. Didn't realize it was almost night and my stomach had been bare with emptiness.

I headed into the kitchen. I rummaged through sack bags, gathering the ingredients for a simple but satisfying dinner. The aroma of spices and herbs filled the air as I imagined the uncooked food out of hunger.

But then disaster struck. I had filled the pot a little too full, and as the water came to a boil, it started overflowing. Panic surged through me as the hot, bubbling liquid spilled onto the stovetop, igniting a fiery blaze. Flames engulfed the pot, and I watched, frozen with shock.

Realizing that I needed to act quickly, I grabbed a wet towel from the sink and rushed to control the flames. The searing heat and smoke filled the room as I fought to extinguish the fire. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flames went down, leaving behind a charred pot.

Exhausted and shaken, I abandoned any notion of continuing with my cooking. The pungent smoke filled my nostrils and flushed out every desire that I had for making a sumptuous meal earlier.

As I cleaned up the mess and surveyed the damage, I realized how fortunate I was that the situation hadn't escalated further. It was a humbling and same time caused a dismay.

I just flung open my kitchen door, and dived on my bed.
With hunger hitting me up, I had to struggle to sleep as that was the best thing to do then.