My Boro Khala is a great cook. People really enjoy her homemade food very much. In our home, sometimes she cooked one or two dishes, and everybody liked them.
My older sister loved her Daal. She used to tell my mom, "You can't make delicious daal. I like the daal that Boro Khala made."
In our home, she was a guest, so whenever she went to the kitchen to make something, I always accompanied her to help. I had no idea about cooking, but I didn't want to leave her alone there. One day, she asked me to put oil in a pan, and I had no idea how much to add. I asked her, and she said, "Just add some." Not knowing better, I started pouring oil drop by drop and kept asking if that was enough. She came over, took the oil bottle from my hand, and poured about a cup into the pan. I knew I wasn't helping much, but I stayed with her until she finished her work in the kitchen.
I thought nobody noticed this. Then one day I heard my Boro Khala telling others, "Whenever I go to the kitchen, Shimul always come with me to help."
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