While living our days of bachelorhood, miles away from my home, cooking at its initial days used to be the most tiresome job. We first started with making rice and dal. After a couple of pathetic tries and failures, we finally got to know the exact amount of ingredients and succeeded in cooking something that was eatable, but obviously not serviceable. Our next attempt was cooking chicken. After constant direction and advice over the phone we made that good in our first attempt itself. We then realized that our specialization for cooking something eatable was perhaps the non-veg section and not anything else. Our initial months went by with every meal of chicken and rice. Later with the passage of time, we thought to broaden our horizon and make something that was almost unthinkable. We tried with chapatis. The exact amount of wheat flour and water was obviously unknown and we carried on our experiment on the basis of assumptions and trial and errors. We tried and tried and failed. After numerous attempts Sidhartha finally ended up with aching arms and complete failure. We gave up and ended with having rice and chicken again. At that moment, Eric, Sidhartha and I had perhaps given up. We ended for that day but obviously we weren't the ones to accept failure. We tried again, perhaps after a week. Sidhartha finally made it. The next hurdle was to make a perfectly round chapati. It wasn't easy. The first chapati that Sidhartha made looked like a map of some country. It resembled everything and anything except chapati. We had that unshaped chapati and as for the result of his effort, it was very tasty. We next concentrated on the shape and asked Sidhartha to work on bringing a perfect round shape. I was shocked at the next meal. The shape of the chapati was perfectly round. I had the meal without wondering how he made that in his second attempt itself. As I walked towards the basin to wash my plate, I saw some round balls of wheat flour in the waste-bin. I asked him out of curiosity what was that. He replied that he made huge pieces of chapati and placed a round bowl over it to bring the shape and threw away the flour which was out of the boundary. He said he didn't get any better idea.
After the meal, I thought what was it that made me have that meal in utmost peace? Was it so tasty? Or was it my satisfaction seeing a round shape of the chapati? I realized it was my satisfaction seeing such a round chapati. The shape of the chapati really made me happy and that taste was a psychological satisfaction attached with the shape and way of its presentation. We finally had few of our meals with that same technique until later when Sidhartha succeeded in making round rotis. 
