So the other day, I feel like baking a cake. That feeling is quite spontaneous. I check out the recipe and fortunately all the ingredients are at home. Generally, I do not like cooking. I will only take it up in situations where I have no other option. So this is quite an unusual feeling. 

While I have baked cakes earlier, they have all been under my mom's supervision. This time, however, I do it alone. And how proud I feel. But hey! I only feel proud for the part where I baked it all by myself. The rest is not that bright a story. While the cake tastes alright, it has some excesses in terms of ingredients. Had I taken care, the result would have been amazing. I know now what not to do next time when I decide to bake this cream cake. Well, whatever it is, it seems my parents have this really cute thing of encouraging me every time. They know their daughter will succeed certainly one day. 

So, my sister knows that I have baked and she has asked for a cake when I go to her place. I have also thought of baking it for my friends. And while I am into this web of cake talks and chats, I get reminded of a very nice story that I have been told by a friend or maybe I have read it somewhere.

There is this lady who bakes a cake everyday and gives it away to random people and I am sure it makes their day wonderful. I cannot recall how I reacted to the story when I was listening to it but I am sure my reaction would have been something like " Oh wow! Why ain't I living in the same city as this lady does?"  

Well, when I come back from this story to my real world, I find myself smiling. And why is this smile on my face? I realize that I would like to do it too in the same way as this lady has been offering people known or unknown and in that moment some other realization dawns upon me. Making people happy in small little ways is what matters. So let's spread happiness all around!!!