The Romantic Sun

The sun was almost down with crimson hue in it. It was half hiding behind the tall hill and half smiling at me. It was the time of dusk and yet it was bright and shiny. It wasn’t blinding me rather giving me a lovely look, assuring me that he would be back tomorrow. He will be and I can trust him. I know that. He goes with a promise and comes back with a promise of a beautiful day, a lovely start, a new beginning. Where, if we cannot erase our past at least we can correct them. It brings us hope.

I stare into the eyes of sun as if falling in love with him, I cannot see anything but his glaring eyes. I know he is too powerful, he can have it over anyone, he has the charm, I know! His charisma blows my mind and all I can think of is his coming again. He cannot be long gone. I will miss him. He is almost behind the hill, almost gone and yet I stay to look at his last rays, savour every last glimpse of him.

I can still picture him with my closed eyes and I know he will be back soon. Just as I open my eyes I see no evidence of his ever being there. Rather I see a half moon on the sky now, stark white and I know that it’s time to finally bid adieu. It’s the time of all the romantics. They will come and cherish the moon and sing songs for the beloved and look at the stars and will make promises to each other. Yes it’s good all the same.

I know moon is always connoted with the romantic notion but what about sun? Isn’t it beautiful too? It has its own unique charm and I love it. I love the romantic sun.

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My pen pal

Very few of us have the opportunity to connect with wonderful people. I am one of them. I have had the opportunity to connect and know one of the lovely souls here, Angel Clough. She is one lovely woman and is progressing tremendously with her book. I have had this chance of meeting her and talking to her about various things like our different cultures, religions and even our interests. She has been very helping lately. Her vivid experience has helped me a lot and she keeps sharing her various experiences with me. The best thing she ever told me was I should keep a journal and it is sure going to help in recording all of my experiences.

She has a wonderful website going where she blogs and writes about her book. It is quite intriguing. She is writing a book about pen pals, but come to think of it she has become one of my pen-pals.

Her link is: https://angelclough.com/

Check it out, it will just hook you up.

 

No network, No technology!

A few months back, I was at a wedding event in a resort far away from the city, it seemed to be exactly midst a forest (I am just exaggerating it) but then I was using a particular network that had no coverage there. Result? I could make no phone calls, no texts and social networking was out of the option. The resort had its WIFI of course, but then I was not staying there I was just involved in that wedding and was staying at a different guest house with bare minimum facilities.

My entire day was clogged with work and I had very less time for myself but then even to coordinate with your co-workers I needed to talk to them, the walkie-talkie had a limit to its coverage too and the moment I exceeded it I could hear no one. It hampered my work, yes it did but then I got to see the plus side too.

Network keeps us connected, it is handy and very useful… yes I know that. But then isn’t it bothering all the time? Someone calls and you have to be there to pick up otherwise you are rude, someone texts and you have to reply otherwise you are avoiding them. With no working phone around all I concentrated on was my work and was at peace for the entire time. Well, if someone needed me then they could say it over the walkie and if I was unreachable then I was relieved of the work, a benefit of course to avoid the overload which you are not even meant to do.

I got to know that day how much we are dependent on these technologies, we have to talk we need a phone, we want pictures we need a phone, we want to know the time we need a phone, we want to know the distance between the resort and the guest house we need the phone! Of course we need the network too, otherwise what use is the phone of?

I still enjoyed it. It was a weird relief to shun away from the constant use of the mandatory expertise. I had to stay there for two days and for the entire two days I had the opportunity to be with myself.

All I had to keep in mind was that the end of the day I made sure to give a call to my parents and tell them I was okay and I would call them as soon as I got to my place.

Would you prefer the time with yourself and even think of ostracizing your phone?

Dressed up!

We had a cultural function at our house; all excited I got dressed up in full Indian traditional dress with big glamorous jumka (Earrings) with an added clutch to accessorize. Walking from the parking lot to the venue I realised how awkward and weird it was to for a woman to get all dressed up. I mean a man doesn’t look weird any day. He wears a suit, a shirt and trousers and that’s it. He goes to party like that, to social functions and even at any cultural function. It is all the same for him.

But when a woman has to go to a cultural function in India, she wears a saree, lehnga, salwar and looks uniquely different. When she goes to a party she is in a dress or a gown and yet appears beautifully different. I have accustomed myself to wearing western dresses so much that wearing Indian attire seems a task. I love them but when I am in them it is like I am not the usual me and in them it is not fit to go to a restaurant or a regular place. It may be fit for someone else but I get uncomfortable.

I am not against western or eastern dresses, I love them all the same but it is a level of comfort which varies with the place. It all came to me while crossing the road from my car to the venue in a lehnga (A long embroidered skirt with a crop top) when roadside people were literally giving the glares.

 

 

Foodie Moments

I know I have been obsessed with food and coffee and beverages a lot lately but I promise this is going to be the last of the food posts, or so I think.

It was a wonderful morning and it seemed I woke up too early, well just as early to treat myself with mouth-watering pancakes as a breakfast. And honestly how else would a day be better if not with some delicious breakfast? Okay, so I had the pancakes made out of oats (You ought to think healthy?) and a cup of coffee and then rushed to my work. The day was back to normal.

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Well I was home for lunch quite late in the afternoon and so was my brother so we seated side by side on the dining table only to be greeted by the best and one of my favourite Indian delicacy, Chole Bhature (Chickpeas and deep fried bread). I know the unhealthiest type of food but who cares it is the best, right? So we gulped down everything served on the plate. We will work out a half hour extra today, thought we but then who knew we’d need more than that by the end of the day?

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In the evening my father’s colleague came over and apparently he likes a sweet made by me. I couldn’t say ‘no’ to his request, after all I’d enjoy it myself too. So off I went to make those rolls. Well, they are sweet but a healthier version. I make them with dates and some nuts. And that’s it they are ready with some cocoa powder added to them. We emptied the bowl by the time he left.

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Okay so then I had to run some chores, just random stuff for home, drop off something at someone’s place and by the time I was home I was done for the day and then came the warning from my mom, “I am too tired today so I am not gonna cook. Your father and I are going to a party so order anything you like from outside.”

“Pizza” came the instantaneous reply from my brother who tends to never get fat but my conscience was no at the level of feeling a little guilty. “You’ve had a delicious day, have some control at least.” It kept on ringing.

But then its pizza, I mean how does one say no to it?

“Oh forget it, I’ll go for a jog tomorrow morning and I will keep that extra workout for the entire week going.” And so went the call to our dear pizza guy.

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It was our foodie day when we had almost everything too delicious but then everything hitting my conscience. I tent to balance the healthy and the unhealthy food but that day I lost all control. If I have a pizza on a particular day I try to keep a healthy record for at least the rest of the week but that day was totally different and I have to admit that work out sessions are still just in my mind and my alarm clock never fails me to remind that jog but then my bed always wins over.

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My alternate solution: I’ll just cut down on pizzas and choleys for a while. (That is however long I can go without it.)

So do you relate with me? You remember any such foodie moments? What your favourite food item that you cannot live without? Are you a healthy eater? Or an unhealthy and guilty one like me?

Frozen Yoghurt

 

No, I am not going to describe how I make frozen yoghurt, and no I am not turning this blog into a food blog.

The thing is I think summer comes and I keep trying at different ways to satisfy my sweet tooth. So in order to avoid too much of ice cream and unhealthy options I tried the frozen yoghurt thing. I had recently seen a video on YouTube on how to replace ice cream with it. They even added it to a waffle cone which intrigued me. I mean it’s literally a soft serve, then.

So I blended every ingredient in and my kiwi yoghurt was ready. After freezing it I even added it to a cone to make it look like a soft serve and then I tried it. To my surprise it was delicious! I mean of course no replacement of ice cream but them it was awesome.

So obviously it asked for a second lick but then my cousin rushed into the kitchen and literally grabbed it from my hands. How could I say no?  And even if I had it would have been late. Well he liked it and demanded another even before I made myself another. My brother came in and apparently he also wanted one, who never eats yoghurt. And before I knew the container was empty and all I had was a lick.

So if I make something bad then no one wants it and I have to bear it but then if it turns out something good and delicious then everybody wants it and I am left with ‘Wow di, it was so yum!’ I mean common at least reward me with a chocolate. :-p

 

Coffee, coffee it is!

So, I woke up with literally no work for my day. I thought it had to be one of the stay in days when I could be lazy as much as I wanted to. I don’t know what got into me that I decided I’ll have some iced tea to beat the heat. My first mistake. I mean why would I even think that? Coffee is the ultimate answer, then why even bother?

As if that didn’t satisfy me to spoil the morning that I wanted to give it a twist, a watermelon ice tea! I have tried this drink a lot many times, at stores and even at home. I have even made it myself but then if you want to beat it over coffee then it is going to fail you.

I made it as I used to always, but one sip and I could tell that adding watermelon was my second mistake.

One thing I guess everyone hates is their morning being ruined specially the one where you don’t have any work; it’s your basically off day at work.

And then I left it. I just could not drink it.

After I read all the newspapers scattered on my tea table, it was time to do something. And what else could it be than making me a warm cup of coffee. Summers or winters, I know I can’t stay without coffee!

Thankfully the cup of coffee didn’t betray me.

Hope you have a wonderful start to the week!

Cogito Ergo Sum. ["I think Therefore I am"]

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