A Mouthful Of Heaven
Crisp, crunchy puri made of maida, not sooji.
Thick, clotted tamarind-date chutney, sweet and sour both at once.
Chilled, green, spicy mint water
A handful of mashed potatoes, boiled watana & white chana.
I could die happy.
Crisp, crunchy puri made of maida, not sooji.
Thick, clotted tamarind-date chutney, sweet and sour both at once.
Chilled, green, spicy mint water
A handful of mashed potatoes, boiled watana & white chana.
I could die happy.
The nicest thing to happen was that I felt like myself in my own skin. The nature of the current is home.
It’s a post-apocalyptic world inside my head. Watching ‘Deadpool’ was a nasty reminder. But so was sympathy from a stranger.
I usually avoid religious references. But what are myths but great stories of power? I picked Happiness for today. And there was only one character to portray its essence.
“He isn’t quite a male chauvinist, just an Indian man.” said a review about a character. What does this mean? I looked at the men in my life through this lens.
I’ve moved away from a lot of festivals steeped as they are in religion, the biggest reason for violence & turmoil in my country right now. I was talking to a stranger yesterday when I realised just that this is a good time to remember abundance. But it only feels…
I watched the movie ‘Turning Thirty’ yesterday. That title also describes my life. The film was a thoughtful experience.