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Life in a kitchen #Drabbleweek #100words

“Ouch! Why can’t she be more careful? My sides are hurting” complained the ladle to the pan.

“At least your butt is saved. Be thankful for that” scorned the old pan. “Uff! Children these days! Cannot bear even a slight pain” he thought.

The wise pan had gone through a lot of bruises, burns and scratches in his flavourful lifetime but also understood life.

His thoughts were interrupted by a strong whistle followed by a shy, nervous whistle.

He chuckled to himself as he noticed the subtle romance brewing between the handsome cooker and the new entrant-a beautiful curvy kettle. 


Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 5 prompt " Talking vessels" at Drabble week for marathon bloggers.


  1. Awwwwww….vessels romancing and complaining? Who would've thought? Wonderful!:)

  2. aww..Mayuri, your warm comment brought a smile to my face. Thanks a lot! :-)

  3. Ha Ha! Nice imagination .. Kitchenware coming to life :)

  4. Kettle and Cooker!! Too cute Uma. And he sure can whistle.. What a plus that is!

    1. hehe..thanks, yes, even I consider knowing how to whistle a plus :-)

  5. Wow :) Nice, this reminded me of the poem I wrote a few days back -Kitchen Conversations :)

    1. Oh, I guess I missed reading that post of yours..will catch up and thanks :-)

  6. How did I miss this one?! That is such a cute picture of the two of them romancing :D


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