Daksh stands at the kitchen door, his eyes wide with excitement as he watches his mother move gracefully, stirring a pot on the stove. "I wish I could cook like Mama. All her foods smell so yummy," he whispers to himself, the longing in his voice as bright as the sunlight streaming in.

Daksh[/@ch_1]'s eye, its cheerful color promising adventure.] Daksh tiptoes into the empty kitchen, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his parents are not watching. His small hands tremble with excitement as he reaches for the bowl, imagining all the delicious things he could make. "If Mama can do it, so can I," he murmurs, his fingers brushing the plastic surface.

Daksh[/@ch_1] places the plastic bowl on the stove, turning the knob just as he’s seen his mother do. The blue flames flicker beneath the bowl, their heat distorting the air above.] He drops a handful of cereal into the bowl, grinning at his own cleverness. But soon, a strange, sharp smell fills the air, and the bowl begins to droop, softening like wax in the sun. Confusion and fear flash across his face. "Why is it melting? This isn’t what happens when Mama cooks," he stammers, backing away from the stove.

Daksh[/@ch_1]'s ears. Panic seizes him, his heart thumping in his chest.] Daksh cries out, his voice cracking in alarm. "Mama! Papa! Something’s wrong!" His hands flutter helplessly at his sides, and tears prick his eyes as he realizes he’s in trouble.

"Daksh, are you okay? Don’t worry, you’re safe now," his mother says, kneeling to hug him tightly. His father gently sets the damaged bowl aside, his touch reassuring. "Son, some things in the kitchen can be dangerous if we don’t know how to use them. That’s why Mama and Papa always cook with care," his father explains, his voice calm but firm.

Daksh[/@ch_1] sits at the table, his parents beside him. On the table is a new, sturdy steel bowl, and a small pile of vegetables waiting to be chopped.] His mother smiles, brushing a tear from his cheek. "How about we cook together? I’ll teach you the safe way, and you can help me make something delicious," she offers. Hope flickers in Daksh's eyes as he nods eagerly, feeling the warmth of family and the promise of learning something new. "Yes, Mama! I want to cook with you," he says, his earlier fear fading, replaced by excitement for the adventures yet to come.