The Death Of A Tea Kettle

She was tired of scrubbing the blackened pots…… she was sick and tired of it. she was soon approaching her limit. What could she do? The frequency with which the pots were burning was increasing by the week. She was angry and she channeled it into her efforts of salvaging and saving her beloved kitchen cookware.

I know what your thinking… that this must be another iteration of Cinderella and her wicked stepmother. A tale of woe and abuse; But it could not be further from the truth

This was a situation as hilarious as it was frustrating. It was her mother who kept burning the pots and not even on purpose mind you. Her mother diligently tried cleaning up the mess every single time. No matter how hard she tried though, for whatever reason it may be all the burnt bits refused to get scrubbed off or vanish. Her mother always insisted on taking care of her and cooking for her and doing it all on her own. She felt blessed to garner such dedication. Alas, if only she wasn’t so scatterbrained. She often lost herself within her projects to the exclusion of all else and this led to her forgetting whatever she was cooking up on the stove. 

It only ended when the pot was so far away from being salvaged that her mother lost her favorite tea kettle. They said a few words of goodbye and gave it a decent but emotional send off in the backyard. Even to this day she finds her mother looking into the yard from the balcony sometimes and saying on a sigh “My poor poor tea kettle, how it used to shine before it was burned black and died a charred death.”

©Alessandra Arora