It was still dark when Abhay decided that
he had had enough of his attempts to go back to sleep. He kicked his blanket
off and rushed out of the dormitory room. The testing day was finally here. Lack
of enough sleep meant that he’d have to forget about having a relaxed mind.
Besides, he had done quite well in all the practice tests even with a mind full
of thoughts. He looked at the clock in the common area. There were still a good three hours before
his teachers would lead the students to the River Temple, the venue of the
test. Trying to take his mind off the test, Abhay began his morning chores.
At 17, Abhay was about to appear for his
first test. As the morning got brighter, he began bumping into his peers – most
of them were repeat test-takers. The teachers had selected only a few of them
to appear for their first test.
'Culinary Enchanters' was among the very few
schools imparting lessons in food sorcery. Academics were still divided on
whether food sorcery is an inherited trait or one that can be taught. Yet,
given its ever-flourishing image, teachers at 'Culinary Enchanters' were some of
the most sought-after educators. Students, who had cleared the test and had the 'Culinary Enchanters' label, were in high demand – finding riches early in
their careers. Royal families, war troupes, celebratory gatherings – all trying
hard to hire them.
At the end of the two-year course, the
budding sorcerers had to appear for a test conducted by none other than the
Priests of the River Temple. Abhay had visited the temple only once as a child
– to beg near the carriage halt at the Temple. As he allowed his mind to drift
through his life’s journey, he remembered how a teacher at 'Culinary Enchanters' had
rescued him from the group of beggars. With no knowledge about his parents, he had
taken almost a year to recover from the hunger of the streets.
After a slight display of his cooking abilities, he was enrolled in the food sorcerer course. Throughout the course, he had imagined being at the River Temple as a test candidate. The gentle river, the cold breeze, the serious faces of the Priests – he had been there so many times in his head. Then there were his thoughts about the people who used to beg with him. (What do they get even if I get hired by the Queen herself?) But today was not meant for such distracting thoughts – soon, he would be performing on the stone platform while the three Priests stared down at him. The stalls surrounding the platform, packed with viewers, did nothing to pacify the nervous test candidate. (Will I see someone from those days there?)
When the school’s carriages were lined up, Abhay made a quick run to the one with ingredients. He peeked
inside to make sure that the bag of ingredients bearing his name had been
packed. “It’s all in there,” said a rough voice, “Didn’t we already go through it last evening and again this morning?” Abhay quickly closed the
carriage door. Kory, the school’s Ingredient Supervisor, had always been nice
to him. “You’ll do well. I have seen you perform.” Abhay nodded and went back
to his carriage.
The journey to River Temple saw Abhay
talking to the fellow competitors in his carriage. Thankfully, none of them
talked about the test. Soon, the carriage’s swaying and rocking put Abhay to a
much-needed sleep. He woke up only when the carriage stopped with a jerk at the
River Temple. He stepped down and saw that there were beggars were not allowed
anymore at the temple.
The river’s gentle gushing, the bells’ rhythmic
ringing – Abhay closed his eyes to soak it all in. A few volunteers were
helping the students reach the waiting area. Others were taking the
ingredients to another room.
The waiting area had a window directly
overlooking the stone platform. Since, food sorcery was not something one could
copy from another, there were no restrictions on students witnessing other
students’ performances.
Abhay pressed his nose against the window. Looking
at the stalls was so overwhelming. As he stared at all the people, he thought
he had caught a glimpse of Madhav – the boy who used to offer his share of
bread to Abhay in those days. (He still looks so hungry) But he brushed the thought aside. Surely, Madhav
would have grown up by now.
The three Priests assumed their seats and a
loud bell gonged. The first candidate brought out from her ingredient bag a few
carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, spinach, and a packet of milk. She muttered a few
words. The ingredients turned into a neat bowl of salad topped with cheese
gratings. The bowl was passed from one Priest to the other. Smiles adorned their
faces. The candidate had clearly passed the test. A roar of claps and whistles
ran through the viewers’ stalls. The girl bowed and left.
The next candidate took a bowl of rice,
milk, and sugar out of his bag. The judges did not react to his preparation as
kindly as they had done to the girl. Apparently, the boy had made rice cakes
but not using the milk meant a clear violation of test rules. He courteously
requested the Priests to try the rice cakes. Each of them took a bite and
nodded. The candidate had prepared rice cakes with the surprise of ice cream within.
Abhay kept watching while a few candidates
passed, but others (sweetened bitter gourd chips, buttered guava leaves paste,
chocolate soup) could not impress the Priests. When Abhay stepped onto the
stone platform, he took out his ingredients – just sugar, salt, and spices. He, then, proceeded to ask the
Priests’ assistants to give a few preparations of candidates who had prepared very
basic dishes. After a brief discussion, the Priests allowed Abhay’s request. If
he would cheat in any way, they would simply fail him.
Abhay had three plates in front of him – cookies,
bread, and fried rice. After muttering words of his sorcery, the plates were
offered to the Priests.
The first Priest chose to try fried rice. A
couple of bites and he closed his eyes, with a visible smile on his face. The
fried rice had the exact same taste of the one he had tried as a youth while
learning at the Jewel Temple. His favourite teachers, his co-students, his
efforts in achieving Priesthood – he remembered it all. He kept his eyes
closed, losing himself in a sense of nostalgia.
The second Priest, while confused about the
first Priest’s reaction, tried a cookie. The cookie melted in his mouth. He
chewed on it softly and closed his eyes too. He recalled his time in the prison
- how he used to look forward to finish his term – counting his days only by a cookie
in the breakfast. It was not particularly tasty but it told him to find
something good even in his lowest times. He smiled when he recalled how this
simple realization had opened his path to Priesthood.
The third Priest took a bite of the bread. He
stopped chewing for a bit, let out a groan, and continued. It took him a while to realize
that his mind had gone back to the confluence of Priests where he had had similar
bread. The other Priests commending him for his knowledge, his pleasure at
sharing wisdom with others, and the joy he had found in guiding others – it all
came back to him.
Abhay awaited his result. The audience sat
silent while the Priests finished eating. Once done, the three of them shared
their experiences with each other.
The third Priest began, “What you have
shown here is quite peculiar. With your sorcery, you took each of us to a
particular moment in our past and we were lost in our histories. What you seem
to have forgotten, though, is that once we finished eating, like our mouths,
our hearts were empty too. You did not consider that food is temporary. For
this shortcoming, we have decided not to pass you.”
Abhay hung his head down in disappointment,
collected his bag, and walked back to the resting area. He tried to be positive
– he had showcased whatever he had trained for. He tried to pay attention to
the rest of the candidates. Yet, his thoughts wandered to what the Priest had
said - the temporary nature of food and how his ability to bring back strong
memories leave a person all empty.
As Abhay thought about what he could do
during the year to follow to pass the test, he realised that he was quite
hungry. As he began walking towards the eating area, he began nodding.
Ten years later…
It was still dark outside. With enthusiasm,
Abhay got out of his bed and peeked outside the window of his small room. Kory
was busy managing the carriages with the ingredients. Later, Abhay called upon
his team of food sorcerers to the kitchen. In no time, they had conjured
sufficient quantities of breakfast items. Soon, the carriages were refilled and
were on their way.
Staring out from his carriage, Abhay looked at the dwindling paths amidst the mountains. His journey after the test had been similar to these roads. Soon after the test, he had moved out of Culinary Enchanters. A few days later, he had gone through an uphill battle of convincing his teachers and the Priests to seek food donations from its past students as well as those from other culinary schools. With their collective efforts, they were now making food available to the poor all over the country. He kept looking with content at the other carriages following his carriage, proudly displaying their team’s name – 'Culinary Providers'.