Cooking seems scary to me. The house could burn down, or you could use the wrong ingredients and end up killing yourself. It was my first time alone, cooking from a very unpopular recipe. It sounded tasty so I thought why not try it out!
The last ingredient had a very tongue twisting, unique name, that I had found at a shop tucked at the corner. The moment I added it, rainbow colored smoke started filling my bungalow.
“Damn kid, you are good at cooking!”, a blue colored demon looking thing behind me exclaimed.
“Whoa, that wasn’t supposed to happen. I was trying to make soup, not you!”, I said, astonished.
“Ugh kids these days, so naïve.”, he muttered under his breath. “Okay, I can see from that disrespectful expression of yours that I am not wanted. Just go and cook on my behalf, against the so-called God of cooking. I may have a grudge against him.”
I was a very busy 17-year-old and did not have the time to host a demon. So like the most foolish person, I agreed to cook for someone who may be able to perish me with a touch. That’s the story of how I ended up in a huge kitchen, and a guy who was literally glowing, with cooking utensils all around him.
“A teenager?! I am insulted. You really think he can beat me and take over my throne, Abe?”, he smirked.
“Wait, what?! I don’t want a throne- “, I said, surprised on finding a hand clamped in my mouth.
Abe, the demon, replied calmly, “Of course I will help him.” He bent down to me and whispered, “Just act like you’re cooking, my magic will do the rest. I just needed someone like you all these years.” I have to say, Abe and I made a pretty good team, completing a lip-smacking dish in half an hour. In front of the other cook’s dish, we were the clear winner.
The guy looked shocked, even as he presented the crown.
“You must be gloating inside, winning from a God”, Abe chuckled.
And that’s how I was sitting back at home a moment later, with a God at my beck and call.
// This piece has been penned by 13-year-old Shloka Gupta from Hyderabad as a part of the regular creative writing classes at BTB and has been chosen for publication on our website from the weekly submissions. //