But sigh the geometry of her ‘chapaatis’ is not the celestial shape of the earth but the measly maps of the landforms over this life giving planet . The frayed jagged corners . The differing thickness . The way every ‘Chapaati’ comes out unique . Some even puff up like little dis-shapen toys . Some rare ones are perfect rounds and turn spheres over the gas on fire . Those are thrilling moments .
Perhaps that’s why she has been working on chappatis more than anything else in the kitchen . Not for the perfection that the social code has defined for her … but for the enlightening variants she can come up with. The frustrating failed attempts of her initial trying at ‘something that has been perfected by many’… never succeeded in deterring her. She fondly rolls the dough over and delights in the imperfections of the geometry of her chapaatis … cos in the end it tastes alright .