I was in high school when I cooked for the first time. My mom suddenly fell ill and had to be hospitalized. My father had to be with her and there was nobody else at home. There was no internet those days where I could turn for guidance. So I opted to make simple 'khichdi' and tried to cook it as I remembered my mother doing it. But I put half the water than was required. It didn't turn out the way i should have been but it was still palatable. My father praised me for my first effort in kitchen and that made my day.