I don't cook great (Proved by theorem of Inversion)

Just a bit of all that she cooks! 

If P is true Q is true

Inversion says If P is not true Q is not true either.

Now I am going to prove in this post that I don't cook great by this theorem based on some illustrated facts.

I have my parents here visiting me for a month. And since the time my mom is here, I don't know if my kitchen is missing me or not but I am not missing it by any chance. My mom was able to get adjusted quite sooner with my kitchen. Of course, a good Kitchener has this ability of finding comfort in any new kitchen space along with cooking some great food.

So, usually every evening when I set away for home from my office in the evening I have my head ticking to find which restaurant can be hit tonight for dinner. Oh I am gutsy to cook lunch almost every day. But while I leave off from office, dinner is one craving that I wish to be satisfied deliciously. And my mind is battling at that moment for dinner outside vs. home. Even though I am not that lazy hands and feet (ass) that I can't cook my dinner (I run 4 miles every alternate day ), I resist self-cooking at that moment.

But since the time she is here, though my head ticks again to choose  Chipotle/TGIF/Cheesecake/Sweet Tomatoes vs Mamma's food, my taste buds just shout out telling me to go home .!

You see!

And then I asked myself, what is the matter girl?

And here then came this concept of inversion:

When Mamma is cooking dinner -> I don't go outside for dinner

Negation (When Mamma is cooking dinner) -> Negation (I don't go outside for dinner)

When I know I am cooking dinner -> I go outside for dinner

P.S.    Mamma not cooking dinner means I am doing that

Hence proved!

Which one are you?

Love for a pen

Some stories are meant to be written with a particular pen.

And I have decided to write all my stories for few coming months with this pen.- Cello papersoft

I am actually not branding a pen here while in one way I am definitely doing so.It all started that good moment when I borrowed a pen from my cousin for a minute or two at my uncle's place which I got to visit on my trip to India this year.
While I am that sort of a person who when borrows pen try to make sure not to walk away with it as it is usually the case. People just walk away in conversation taking the borrowed pen along, to never return it back. And this good way I have often lost some of my favorite pens.

When I say favorite, I mean that when I write with a pen for a longer time I tend to develop a bond with it and go emotional about it. Crazy I know. and when someone just walks away with it, I feel that was not really a great thing to do. Hence when I borrow a pen I make sure I just return that back thinking the other person could be one of my types who have actually developed a bond with his/her pen.

So I borrowed this pen from my cousin and when I wrote with it, I was like flattered with the kind of writing that came out with it.

And I went emotionless to betray my cousin and slipped it in my bag and literally stole away. And I actually did that. And it has been good three months that this wonderful pen of mine is still with me , creating stories(particularly grocery lists) and literally sharing a bond with me.

Fearing that the ink would run off anytime now, I have got a stock for it through one of my known dears coming down to Jacksonville from India. More stories to go written with my fresh stock of pens.

A word of thanks for those lovely people who got these for me.

Why are you giving me that look ?