The Dreamer and the Cook

Brief Citique (by AI) -

"Dreamer and the Cook" by Madathil Narayanan Rajkumar is a story that explores themes of love, passion, and the complex interplay of dreams and reality. The narrative revolves around two central characters:

The Dreamer: A poet or writer-like figure who is deeply introspective and lives in a world of imagination and ideals. His perspective on life is romantic and abstract, often at odds with practical realities.

The Cook: A grounded, pragmatic individual whose skills and approach to life contrast with the dreamer's. The cook embodies the joy of tangible creation, particularly through cooking, and represents a practical form of artistry.

Story Summary:

The story unfolds as the two characters meet and develop a unique bond despite their differing worldviews. Through their interactions, the dreamer learns to appreciate the beauty of everyday life, while the cook begins to see the value of dreams and imagination. The narrative weaves between their conversations, shared moments, and the impact they have on each other's lives.

Key Elements:

Venetian Setting (Part 3): The story takes a detour to Venice, where the dreamer explores the city, taking gondola rides and reflecting on life amidst its picturesque canals and landmarks. This segment adds a layer of romance and cultural richness to the tale.

Themes: The story examines how opposites can complement each other and highlights the necessity of balancing dreams with reality

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The Story

The cook is named Eshima which meant true intention, and she was with her folks in Japan in a village named Kitashiobara about four hours from Tokyo. Her dad was a Roshi and she also was prepared under two teachers the Soto zen principles. Even toward the finish of the journey, she didn’t have an inkling of what she was up to or the meaning of each one of those practices. This moment. This present moment. Other than that she didn’t realize anything to portray her development.In fact, she was not developing by any stretch of the imagination. She was just giving up all hunts to hoard, multiply. On the off chance that she had discovered some other method to make her free from every one of the weights of yesterday, in a solitary moment, hour, or even multi-days, she would have gone to that way. Since she didn’t locate any such, she better needed to stick to the way her dad had educated her. Of her dad, she recalls practically nothing, aside from the way that he kicked the bucket in a night quite after she returned from school on a stormy evening with dark mists all around. She recollects just a single or two things about his dad. That he was attractive and loving. He resembled an early in plain white clothes.She was seven years when her dad passed on. After that, her mom did not wed for a long time and lived with her sibling in Tokyo and she had her studies in Tokyo. Then one day, her mother revealed to her that she was going to wed her cousin who was also a single man and having a youngster from his earlier marriage. The marriage occurred in the village within the sight of not very many individuals. In fact, not many were welcomed and the greater part of the welcomed were the members of her more extended family. One thing that she saw was the reality that she had soaked up the lessons of her father to such an alarming degree, that she did not remember him, after a few weeks of his demise, in any of the further years. She was strong, she was fine and she was in a way solid with passion for cooking. Indeed it was from her mother she gained her capacity to cook. In spite of the fact that her dad that she knew from her senior cousin was an incredible cook himself, her mom had not discussed any of those things. For her mother, past was something to be copied off, not a reality, Nothing associated with our genuine being, a minor story among every one of the large numbers of other minor stories, something that gets meaning when we credit importance to it, just that.The cook is named Eshima which meant true intention, and she was with her folks in Japan in a village named Kitashiobara about four hours from Tokyo. Her dad was a Roshi and she also was prepared under two teachers the Soto zen principles. Even toward the finish of the journey, she didn’t have an inkling of what she was up to or the meaning of each one of those practices. This moment. This present moment. Other than that she didn’t realize anything to portray her development.In fact, she was not developing by any stretch of the imagination. She was just giving up all hunts to hoard, multiply. On the off chance that she had discovered some other method to make her free from every one of the weights of yesterday, in a solitary moment, hour, or even multi-days, she would have gone to that way. Since she didn’t locate any such, she better needed to stick to the way her dad had educated her. Of her dad, she recalls practically nothing, aside from the way that he kicked the bucket in a night quite after she returned from school on a stormy evening with dark mists all around. She recollects just a single or two things about his dad. That he was attractive and loving. He resembled an early in plain white clothes.She was seven years when her dad passed on. After that, her mom did not wed for a long time and lived with her sibling in Tokyo and she had her studies in Tokyo. Then one day, her mother revealed to her that she was going to wed her cousin who was also a single man and having a youngster from his earlier marriage. The marriage occurred in the village within the sight of not very many individuals. In fact, not many were welcomed and the greater part of the welcomed were the members of her more extended family. One thing that she saw was the reality that she had soaked up the lessons of her father to such an alarming degree, that she did not remember him, after a few weeks of his demise, in any of the further years. She was strong, she was fine and she was in a way solid with passion for cooking. Indeed it was from her mother she gained her capacity to cook. In spite of the fact that her dad that she knew from her senior cousin was an incredible cook himself, her mom had not discussed any of those things. For her mother, past was something to be copied off, not a reality, Nothing associated with our genuine being, a minor story among every one of the large numbers of other minor stories, something that gets meaning when we credit importance to it, just that. Part 4

the cook askes the dreamer in obe if tgeir rides in gondola. the dreamer had just cone from his prayer from Santo Marco. he had started praying albeit late in oife. hia mother prayed, but his fatger was an agnostic. he believed onky thibgs that he coukd touch and feel. his life was like the characters if Hemingway stories ir Camus's exile and kingdom. but his fathwr lost his grounds of reason towards the end of his life. the Cook asjs again. the dreamwe tells niw. we met in lower primary class. we were going on a picnic. we happened to be members of the group under Silvi miss, the sweetest lady on earth as we two thought then.

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