Window seat’s visual wonders !

Window seats are my fav – by car, bus, train, flight…you name it! Maybe I should remember to book a window seat when I travel to the Moon or Mars πŸ˜‰

Clicked from the car, sitting in the last seat of Β an Innova…

And this from the moving train, the TV Tower of Doordharshan in Chennai πŸ˜€

One from the window seat of a flight…am trying my best you see πŸ˜›

One from the moving bus too πŸ™‚

And lastly one from the Rear view mirror πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

 

Rustled

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A big white cloud
In the sky
Is no fun for sky-gapers
Like me πŸ˜‰

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. Β 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. Β 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 ?


Picture courtesy – Google

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 Wednesday

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I was asked this question
About the reason
To my obsession
Towards clouds and patterns…

What more could I answer?
Than the simple happiness
I get out of gazing at them…
Then clicking them…
And of course sharing them…

The clouds do speak
In ways and patterns
To make me smile…

When I look up to the sky
In awe
A prayer to the above
Sent quietly
For more patterns
And happiness !

A dream

Have you ever wondered
About the significance
Of a dream?

Some dreams
Keep us awake
All through our life…
They’re goals
Rather ambitions
Made up by mind
Telling the heart
The road to follow
The path to take
To make that dream
A reality!

And then there are dreams
Where you see yourself
In a happy place
Among fav people
Enjoying life
And then it denotes
Perhaps you need a break!

There are a special few
In which Dad comes
Just showing his cheerful face
Feeling loved
And giving us love
Through that connect in the dream!
Asking questions
Maybe telling
What we need to do now…
That moment
Waking up with tears in eyes
For seeing him
And for listening to his voice
Melts the insides
Aaaahhhh….come back again
Dad…
Even if it’s in the dream !