In the cozy kitchen, Nana stood near the gas cooker, a pot simmering with delicious aroma feeling the air.
Despite her lack of sight, she moved gracefully with her white cane in hand, relying on her other senses to navigate the kitchen.
As she reached out with her free hand, she waved it gently in the air, feeling the energy around her and familiarizing herself with the layout of the kitchen. She knew every corner, every countertop, and every appliance by heart, and her intuition guided her movements effortlessly.
Her fingers danced gracefully over the kitchen countertops, finding the utensils and ingredients she needed with practiced precision. She had carefully organized her kitchen, so everything had its designated place, allowing her to easily locate what she needed by touch alone.
