Last year I visited my home in Peshawar. Winter had arrived, and it was cold. As the evening would progress, gas would sputter. The flames would get tiny, and then eventually disappear for good. No amount of wishing on my part would bring back the gas flame.
I soon learned if I wanted a cooked meal, I should do my cooking in daytime, or start earlier than the time the gas did the vanishing trick. With no electricity, and no gas life was a huge misery.
I soon learnt no cooked meal meant it was time to have cereal, and milk. It was the easiest way to feed myself.
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