Once upon a time, in a kitchen not far away,
A new appliance arrived to save the day.
It was shiny and round, with a lid that locked tight,
And it promised to cook meals in record time, all right.
The pressure cooker was its name, a wonder to behold,
And from that day on, it was used to make dishes bold.
From daal to biryani, and everything in between,
This handy device made cooking an absolute dream.
But don’t be fooled by its helpful exterior,
For the pressure cooker had a dark side, oh dear.
In the wrong hands, it could be a ticking time bomb,
Ready to explode and cause quite the conundrum.
Forgetting to release the pressure, or adding too much,
Were just a few ways to turn dinner into a lunch.
But for those who knew how to use it with care,
The pressure cooker was a godsend, beyond compare.
It was a staple in every Indian kitchen, you see,
Where the love of food was shared so joyfully.
From mothers to grandmas, and even the men,
The pressure cooker was a valued companion, now and then.
It became a source of pride, a symbol of home,
And no one could imagine cooking without it, on their own.
From festivals to everyday meals, it played a vital role,
And the memories created around it were worth their weight in gold.
So here’s to the pressure cooker, a true hero indeed,
For making our lives easier, and fulfilling our culinary needs.
It may be just a humble kitchen appliance, to some,
But to us, it’s a friend, a companion, and a lot of fun.
