Pulaiyyaar chathurthi!
Yummy kozhakattais... the lovely thin delicate white coat with this lovely sweet coconut filling.... how i miss being at home now...
It is a pretty simple thing to make... its just itll be great when weve got someone else to make it for us...
I want kozhakattais!!!!
My paatis sweet ones and Rama chittis salted ones....
I miss being at home.... one of the rare times....
Since my no onion no garlic days started ive stuck to the easy and standard sambhar rasam and boiled vegetables...
A couple of days back i discovered an unopened box of chole- chick peas....
And ever since i wanted to have it. But the only way i knew how was to make sundal and tht wasnt appealing enough for me...
I tried my version of the punjabi dish in a satvik way...
I made it not based out of any receipe book but out of the hell lets try it way..
My way:)
Whats needed
Overnight soaked chickpeas - pressure cooked with turmeric and salt.
diced ginger.
Two Cut green chillies.
Three diced tomatoes and three sliced potatoes.
Garam masala teo spoons and a touch of oil.
To make the chole:
Heat oil in pan
Saute ginger and green chillies
Add sliced potatoe. Cover and let cook.
Add tomatoes and two spoons of garam masala. Mix. Cover.
Wait for five mins.
Add cooked chole.
Mix.
If you want more gravy add the water which the chole was cooked in.
Cover. Let it cook.
Serve :)
I didnt garnish. But the touch of color would be nice.
You make me feel...
Like nutella melting in my mouth
Like the sun shining through the clouds
Into my eyes
Like my favorite pyjamas
You make me warm as my favorite quilt
You make me feel like...
Bubbles floating in the sun
Yellowed pages of a book
Sand under my toes
Wind in my face
Hot coffee on a rainy day
You make me...
me....
I could if i wanted...
To write poetry like rafi
I could if i wanted wax like the moon about the good
And wane about the flaws
I could write if i wanted like great writers....
But it will be injustice
I tell you my dream...
I ask you to help...
I ask for help from none...
Yet... i asked you...
I shared my dream....
I gave the numbers... the contact.... i gave everything i knew....
I guess it wasny enough....
Share my dream with you....
Now it feels like ive shared it with everyone... even people who know not i exist.....
Long back... ages gone by i kept my dream hidden from another.... for the fear of being mocked. For the fear of being discussed.....
That shell seemed to keep my heart soft....
Its time for me to go back into the shell i began crawling out off... looks like.
I awake from a weird dream.... a friend ive lost touch with over two years now has asked another friend who i havent spoken to since her wedding in 2012 to find out if im ok.... how weird is tht?!
I awake to a wet nose and hazel brown kohl lined eyes... at 530! She must have an internal clock i think.... i potter around the house.... three hours later i dont really feel like leaving...
I feel exhausted just thinking of allowing to be manipulated. Just thinking the whole sunday... a whole 24 hours where i didnt touch this pillow sized book... and i dont feel upto going to college because i think i wont be ablt to study... its weird. I didnt have anything to blame yesterdays waste of tge whole day... now who will i blame it on?!
The house hunt begins. Ive never looked for a place by myself. The scary house in the dark alleys behind iitm during my desperate need a roof over my head days not counting... my super mom has always done the house hunt for me...
Off i went... on foot. Covering god knows how many flats coz i sure dont. No luck. Spoke to many a iron wallah. Asked many a watchman... promised by a few to get back if i remember to come back the next day with a positive response.... the catch being after i stepped out of a complex i sure as hell couldnt remember how i got there leave alone find my way back to them the next day.
The second day i borrowed a motorcycle. A pink. Yes. Pink! Vespa.... didnt look at the road i was riding it on. Kept looking at the skyline and everytime i saw a block above two storeys i detoured. Went asked the watchman whod give me a once over and shoo me away like those door to door salesmen.....
The next day i really got into it... i targetted an apt.... stood in front of the gate. Took a minute. Scanned the verandahs.... if there were any without clothes hanging out to dry... id walk purposefully and say theres an apt here for rent i was told... and a few saw through the farce... a few fell for it...
See... i told u!
I really did get into the house hunt mode!
I got smart after two days... :)
But i didnt get any in the pocket friendly range...
Sigh...
So day three began....
And tadaaaaa!
I entered a second floor two bhk loved it. It was airy. It was positive....
I was in the desperate i love it ill take it mode....
My happy bubble was burst when i met the owner.... ok... owners father at.... the apt just above mine....
Sigh....
Next i say!
There was water. Everywhere. On the roads stagnating because my neighbours thought that the cement in their part of the pavement needed it for hydration.
The other neighbours needed the tank to tell them my tummys full please turn off the switch.
While the people downstairs hoarded it like it was what they would pass on as hereditary inherited wealth.
While the lil ones actually reasonably well fed streeties had parched throats and were resorting to drink off the open sewers....
I had to measure... drop by drop how much i used. I carried twelve cans.... yup... twelve everyday... up a narrow flight of steps it felt like i was climbing uphill on a prayer....
One day went by... i could see water flowing from taps in excess and pooling up on the floor. Everywhere but in my house. I told myself. Mirage.
then two days went by.. then a few more... until i mastered the art of holding off using the loo until i reached college. I drank less water. And i lost track of how many days went by... i kept clutching at straws... waited for the landlord to work magic. He turned out to be a shrivelled old man... human afterall... no magic there.
Waited...
Waited for the grumpy old man to just look and stare and will the motor to work...
No scary looks....
Waited....
Finally... began house hunting....
I dont like change. Neither does my lil one. I keep saying she will find it difficult to adapt when in essence i probably am the one who will have a difficult time.
