I have real trouble over this prompt. There are some corners in our lives we like to sweep aside.
How to write about a secret? The clock continues its relentless rhythm as I ponder this. I could have shared secrets from my past, but I wanted to share a secret from this year. It is making me think: Do secrets all have to be shameful or painful? Is that why we bury them deep in the crevasses of our soul?
So here’s my secret: I play around with food, specifically Indian crepes or pancakes. I create little balls out of the soft dough of the crepes or pancakes, using the tips of my fingers. By the time I am done, you will find around 5 or 6 of these on my plate. The act of rolling them around relaxes me and I think they look cute in the end. This is not a 2016 habit, but it’s something that I carry into this year as well. My adopted sister used to liken it to lizard eggs. My Mom admonishes me saying I shouldn’t play with my food. But…it’s a habit I simply haven’t been able to let go off.
Phew. Difficult prompt over.