By Audarya Gupta My mother entered the kitchen, petrified by the scene in front of her: A five-year-old Audarya stood on a stool, holding the sharpest knife in his hand, slicing thin beetroot slices. She ran to me and yanked my Excalibur away and said, “Promise me that you will never touch this”. I hesitantly nodded in response and left the kitchen with her. After a few minutes, she saw me in front of a blazing oven, checking on my beetroot cheese toasts, followed by a repeti