Rustled

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A big white cloud
In the sky
Is no fun for sky-gapers
Like me 😉

Help was requested
To Nature
For sorting
This big cloud situation !

The coconut tree
Offered to help
Used its green branches
To create
A rustle…
In the wind
And there by in the patterns
The resultant effect made me
Jump in glee !

Food is memories

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I had made rava upma the other day. While S loves it with pickle or chutney, his favorite indulgence is to have it with a sprinkle of sugar on top. That’s exactly how his grandmother used to eat it and all his siblings still follow her food combination, unconsciously.

Just like how thayir sadam always makes me want mavadu or dried narthangai – its a memory now but it filled my childhood days mainly because of patti doing such things. She loved her pazhaiya sadam (yesterday’s rice soaked in water so that it ferments overnight) with one watery buttermilk and narthangai or maavadu…sigh…am drooling while typing this.

Similarly, rava dosa kindles in me the comfort of a mother’s hug – my mom does it the best! Also, milagu poricha kuzhambu, milagu kuzhambu, arachuvitta sambar…sigh…endless !

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S will surely go for an extra helping if it’s his mother’s recipe for masala kuzhambu, parval fry, pagarakai nool katti fry (bitter gourd stuffed and tied with a thread and fried)! Not to mention her amazing dal poori – that’s something to drool for !

The other day, my brother wanted the recipe for thakalikai kootu, just as our Amma makes…see – childhood footprints playing again !

And when we grow up with such yummy foods, which related to our taste buds, its a hard thing to let go of it.  We might relish a pizza or a burger or a North Indian kulcha, but the food we grew up with has a special place in our heart, ok…the tongue and the taste buds !

The other day, my elder one was drooling for thavala adai and thengai chutney, while she gets awesome rotis and dals.  And when I made poori yesterday, the younger one was drooling for it. Even though they get awesome food wherever they are, sometimes the simplest of upma or dal will rekindle their memory and they’ll feel like coming home.

That’s where the root is formed and it needs to be simple and strong !

That’s why brought up is very important – both for cultivating food habits and moral habits too !

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So, what childhood food memory are you thinking now – to enjoy over the weekend ?


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The Enlightened One

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Enlightened ?
Or the Sun In-lightened ?
The cloud is lighted within
Or behind it
By the brilliant sun
Which makes it stand out
Among all others…
Lets absorb this brightness
And shine away to glory!

Wonder Clouds

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Two black clouds
Shaking hands…

The smaller feathery ones
Try to move away…

The street light positions
Right in the middle
To glow in the fusion…

And I awaited rains !

Microblog Mondays – A perfect breakfast

The alarm rings
But I switch it off
And then doze off
To be woken up by a feeling
Of being late
Sigh
Some Mondays begin this way !

Then I hurry
In between sips of coffee
To cook
Plan out things for the day
So that nothing is forgotten !

And when this is what I get
After rushed moments
In the hot kitchen
The smile blossoms
Just like a flower
Its a happy soul
That sees the perfect idly
Soft too
With jackfruit seeds sambar
And Podi
Its a match made in heaven !

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WOW !!
What a great beginning to this week
And to this day too !


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Microblog Mondays – Clicking the bud

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I know…
That the bud is lightly out of focus
But the leaves are beautiful
Glowing in the evening sun !

I never thought
That’ll be this difficult
To click a bud
In a gentle breeze !

Holding the branch
Did no good
As my hand came in focus 😉

Whenever I tried to click
The wind will know for sure
And move the bud out of my frame…sigh !

Just look at it…
The beautiful red among the green
Standing out
Yet no showing off…
And when it blooms
Oh ! What a sight it’ll be !

Small things bring us the biggest pleasure
Like this bud
Or my effort to click
Makes me smile
And I pass it on
To you…
So SMILE 🙂

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Hopscotch

Yesterday
A hand came from the clouds
With a chit in hand
And just dropped it into my head
Vanished even before I could scream
On it was written “Hopscotch” !

Believe it or not
My thoughts have just revolved
Only around Hopscotch
The whole of yesterday !

hopscotchThe squares and numbers
And the pure joy of hopping
From one number to another
Sometimes with eyes closed
Or looking up to the sky
Oh ! I want to play it again !

I’ve walked that path many times
But yesterday I saw the lines and numbers
The eyes are seeing only what’s in the mind
And that’s the paper chit magic !

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And then I look up the sky
The cloud patterns amaze me again
But my mind wonders about
Doing hopscotch from one cloud
To another
And how much fun it would be !

Everywhere I see
Whatever I see
Only one thought
That is hopscotch !

I even had a dream
Of two lovely women
In long skirts
Playing hopscotch
With hair flying in the wind
Giving a damn to other things
Laughing with abandon
And loving the whole game !

And that’s my hopscotch magic day
The one which I wished
Never ended…