I will always remember what I did this summer….

For the days gone by..Sigh!

 Memories which make me..High!

The smile on the face of the twin angels..Oh! My my

All the cooking I did thinking..Come on..Let’s try!

Everything went into the pan..Fry!

The love I got,

Well, no more on that..Don’t pry.. ;)

The thought of going away,

Again makes me..Sigh!

Aromas and Spices..:)

Cooking – This has always been a topic of contention between me and my mom. She wants me to do it and me always insisting her to do it. The days I used to enter the kitchen, I could almost hear bells toiling with every step I took. But unlike the welcoming and warm smile you see on God’s face when you step inside a temple I was always greeted by a sad “lot of work, now” look on my servant’s face and a stern look on my mom’s face. Now, things seem to be changing. They rightly say there’s always more terror in the anticipation than in the actual BANG. I discovered that I had to make friends with the pots and pans and the scary looking cook books to make any headway. I owe a lot of gratitude to my sister-in-law on whom I was as dependant as a foreigner is on a translator when he is in a foreign land and doesn’t know the local language. I have started enjoying the riot of colors of the fresh vegetables, the churning noise of the mixer, the sizzle of the pan, the smell emanating from the vegetables cooking in the rich gravy, the Indianness of the spices (being so diverse, they all are together in the same box just like us, Indians) and the grandness of all the dishes lined up on the dining table. The Golden Rule of cooking I feel is looking for the signs, like the one you get when maybe you miss an ingredient and that item catches your eye because you had it all neatly arranged on the stand, the color and the smell of the gravy tells you that something is missing somewhere and no Dil maange more here, it’s better to put a little less of something than putting a lot of it. This journey has just begun for me and I have a long way to go before I even reach a resting place, midway to my final destination. So I wish Happy cooking to everyone who cooks whether it be out of necessity (includes wife’s strikes... ;)) or out of personal love and choice. Cook love for your loved ones.

The Companion

Those eyes which speak a thousand words

In which I always see my smiling face,

They fill up with tears just like summer rains

When they are over you are not even sure they had come

The smile which is like an enchanting temptress

Who draws you and holds you captive forever 

You just can’t get enough of her

Even in grief, she has an ethereal beauty

That hair which is just like the head which it is on                          

Unique, a mind having a mind of its own,

Which can never be tamed

Sometimes crisp, reflected in a cropped military look

Or when complete mayhem prevails, in unruly curly hair

But what takes your heart away is The Heart

Pure, selfless and giving

An abyss of love for others

And my resting place….:)

Transience

Some things just need to change…

I have been trying and trying, but in vain

There is just so much of pain

And I have realized there’s nothing to gain

Some things just need to change…

Elusive and spellbinding while it lasts

Was it just a magic spell cast?

Which, now belongs in the past?

Some things just need to change…

How do I let go of this bond?

This created ripples in my life

Just like a stone thrown in a pond.

Some things just need to change…

Like Columbus, I have an America to discover

There are lost relations to recover

And new ones to flower.

Some things just need to change…

Is it a beginning or an end?

Or a sign Heaven send

Some wisdom you should lend.

Some things just need to change…