The scarf

She draws her scarf closer....
That meter long piece of fabric helped her in feeling safe and warm...

As she tugs on the edges around her shoulder mentally she puts the shield in place... her eyes set to guard her emotions....

They say... the eyes are the windows to our souls...
She reminds herself not to open the window out when shes facing turbulent seas...

as she walks down the short narrow street lined on either side with lines of laundered clothes strung out like there waant a tomorrow.... a few dogs trot with her... close to her heels... keepimg her company... telling her... not to worry, we are always there around no matter where you are....

Shoulders squared... she goes on ahead... unsure of what awaits....

The door is opened... a smile greets her...
All is well...
Atleast for the day...

to ask rather than be told....

need to sense rather than see....

To listen than to hear....

To think rather than feel....

My heart beats for what it wants...

But i know my heart beat will have to stop one day... a day when i wake up from this dream...

When my castle crumbles...

When my head comes away from the white clouds....

When the horse rides away with its rider in his armor....

Maybe then...

Then the heart may stop a while....

And then keep the rhythm in tune with the fading hoofbeats....

While my eyes watch the lone riders armor shine in the desert sun...

The little thing do make a difference....

Maybe ignorance is bliss afterall...

The things that i thought was planned so much ahead and was personalised for me... and meant only for me... to show me that every thing has a heart in it... was picked out of a look book...

Why does it make me unspecial?

Am i not worth more thought?

Maybe i am not...

Maybe the signs have been there and i have been oblivious or so far from reality that a cloud of smoke appears as a beautiful bloom of flowers...

A night of darkness is offset by a beautiful sunrise the sky fills with oranges pinks and a lovely non sickening lavender....

The tender green stems that i placed in a dry non promising soil has strengthened and have begun to give tiny leaves which were unfurling slowly as my little one stretched lazily looking up at me with sleepy eyes wondering what i was upto without coffee in hand she looked suspicious....

Thorns

I too have been covered in thorns....
Have seen the winds take away the pretty flowers at the end....
I too have hurt as you...
when trying to grow beyond the thorns and the broken stems....
The feet bleed as a path is cleared for those walking behind us.....
Let me make your path easier...
Let me shower the ground before your heel touches the sand with lovely flowers.... ones that heal when crushed by your tender foot.....
Let me tend to your wound and make your blood spill less...

Let me caress and heal the scars by the thorns that you picked up from now and before....

Let my embrace offer you the sanctum and the refuge that you look for in every passing heartbeat...

Let me walk with my arms around you in the thorn filled forest so you dont get hurt anymore.... while annoited with the healing sandal paste by me....

Never forget....
Ill be there no matter what, you say.... i wish you knew the same i think and not say... but you know and i know it as well....

Banana raisin cake

Ingredients:

1 cup maida
3/4 brown sugar
1/4 cup milk
4table spoon (the big spoon) oil-any vegetable oil
2tsp curd/yogurt
Over ripe banana -2 big/ 1dozen small
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 salt
Few drops of vanilla essence or coco powder
Chopped almonds and raisins
Cooking butter to grease cake pan:

Lets break it down into 4 simple steps.

Step #1
Put banana. Sugar. Yogurt. Milk. Salt. Oil. Vanilla essence or cocoa powder and blend in mixie.

Step #2
Mix through sieve flour and baking soda.

Step #3
Mix dry and wet ingredients fold over gently till well mixed. Add almonds raisins and fold twice gently.

Step #4
Grease bowl with cooking butter pour batter in. Micro 20mts.

Till bowl is completely dry. No trace of water.

Note:

To check if done look at the bowl if it looks moist add two mins more.
(Toothpick fork and knife coming out dry is crap for a first time baker. )

Dont mix batter like how we make dough for chappati. Itll take out any air and cake wil come out heavy and wont be spongy.

Good luck! :)

I want to be the one to show you love
So wild and true...
That every part of you becomes open and fearless....

The one song