Feeling u with me
not speaking just looking
your sighs, your smiling glances,
those anecdotes in between.
those laughs and those smiles
the way your fingers feel
entwined with mine
I really love it
I love you, yes I truely do
and even if u dont at the moment
I do enough for us two
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Noodles from the memory
"Hunger" was always there with late nights in french classes. after rushing from the bread and butter earning repository called "office" to the pattice giver in terms of additional qualifications called french classes, hunger was always lurking somewhere behind long locked sleepy brain. but something as exotic and delicious and at that same time economical street food always lured one to its abode
it was one such times that a wrong bus brought me along with a friend of mine to a stall selling chinise schezwan noodles. Their only publicity was the wouthwatering smell that wafted from the frying of onions. thinking of it even now waters my mouth beyond limits. I couldnt resist and finally gave in for a plateful of noodles
at 15 rs 1/2 a plate, these were appropriately spiced, minimal oily,with chunks of spring onions. chilly garlic sauce was in abundance (that was treat 2) the quntity was sufficient for a person of medium appetite like me.
The taste was amazing,rightly spiced and "fiery hot" as the smell and color of the noodles indicated
Amidst of slurps and gulps of firey hot noodles were only some breaths taken. the result was an empty bowl and a big burp (not audible :)) , satitated mind and soul...full stomach and aboveall catching of train in record time.
it was one such times that a wrong bus brought me along with a friend of mine to a stall selling chinise schezwan noodles. Their only publicity was the wouthwatering smell that wafted from the frying of onions. thinking of it even now waters my mouth beyond limits. I couldnt resist and finally gave in for a plateful of noodles
at 15 rs 1/2 a plate, these were appropriately spiced, minimal oily,with chunks of spring onions. chilly garlic sauce was in abundance (that was treat 2) the quntity was sufficient for a person of medium appetite like me.
The taste was amazing,rightly spiced and "fiery hot" as the smell and color of the noodles indicated
Amidst of slurps and gulps of firey hot noodles were only some breaths taken. the result was an empty bowl and a big burp (not audible :)) , satitated mind and soul...full stomach and aboveall catching of train in record time.
Unexpected treat
One of the worse pain was that after the dentist has made ur teeth cosmetically beautiful but oh so sensitive. Hunger was rumbling in the stomach but kurkure and others would just be more painful for dry winter bitten lips...fumbling for change the feet moved towards the favourite "icecreamvalla"for a cone of favourite icecream.
The icecreams of this person were really out of the world. even the Amuls and walls could never compete with their synthetic colors and plastic tastes
This icecream walla incidently sold one of the real chocochip icecreams. with real chocolate bits embedded in creamy icecream, all at the cost of merely 6 rs. there were other flavors too, like kaju anjeer (cashewnut-figs) and kesar pista(saffron-pistachios).But the all time favourite was always chocochips.
But the day was not for choco chips.as that flavor was not available. :(:( malai came a close second, and so a choice was made. after having a free broken cone, the icecream exchanged hands. after first tentative licks...the mouth took control. it was not gulping but leisure slurping...the softish creamy malai icecream just felt like silky satin on the tongue...tantalizing and teasing the tongue.
The icecream soon got over, but the experience managed to stay on the tongue for a lot more time to come
The icecreams of this person were really out of the world. even the Amuls and walls could never compete with their synthetic colors and plastic tastes
This icecream walla incidently sold one of the real chocochip icecreams. with real chocolate bits embedded in creamy icecream, all at the cost of merely 6 rs. there were other flavors too, like kaju anjeer (cashewnut-figs) and kesar pista(saffron-pistachios).But the all time favourite was always chocochips.
But the day was not for choco chips.as that flavor was not available. :(:( malai came a close second, and so a choice was made. after having a free broken cone, the icecream exchanged hands. after first tentative licks...the mouth took control. it was not gulping but leisure slurping...the softish creamy malai icecream just felt like silky satin on the tongue...tantalizing and teasing the tongue.
The icecream soon got over, but the experience managed to stay on the tongue for a lot more time to come
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Pani puri se muh mein pani :)
It was all exam stress. preparing to do the best but past experience was bieng plain overstress. whatever was learnt felt like someone used shift+ delete button, to wash the slate clean :( it was evening and on the verge of going on another series of notes. a suggestion for a walk with my mom and off I went. we went all the way ahead and while coming on a suggestion decided to have pani puri.
We stopped at our favourate stall, the one which we frequented since my childhood. which had anyways not really chnaged much. only the uncle who was a bit younger then, bore some greys and a few wrinkles extra.
In the end we decided to have the atom bombs aka "pani puri"
Always a freak on sweeter version of it, I decided for a change to go it for medium version. now I wonder what is spiciest...absolute sweat provoking?????? the first one was nice...the remaining ones were each in ascending order of spiciness...it was like thousands of rockets bursting on the tastebuds...booms and oops...after a while making that poor tongue numb and beyond any comprehension....my hankie was my best friend then :):) and my nose looked as if it had just run a marathon :):)
Each bite was like heaven and hell mixed to give an effect that simply what??? height of surprise and delicacy,not the elite kind but something altogether raunchy...it was good to get addicted to
The experience finally got over (sad),leaving me to tell the tale . It completely destressed me and leaving me free to once again follow the trail of "pani puri"
We stopped at our favourate stall, the one which we frequented since my childhood. which had anyways not really chnaged much. only the uncle who was a bit younger then, bore some greys and a few wrinkles extra.
In the end we decided to have the atom bombs aka "pani puri"
Always a freak on sweeter version of it, I decided for a change to go it for medium version. now I wonder what is spiciest...absolute sweat provoking?????? the first one was nice...the remaining ones were each in ascending order of spiciness...it was like thousands of rockets bursting on the tastebuds...booms and oops...after a while making that poor tongue numb and beyond any comprehension....my hankie was my best friend then :):) and my nose looked as if it had just run a marathon :):)
Each bite was like heaven and hell mixed to give an effect that simply what??? height of surprise and delicacy,not the elite kind but something altogether raunchy...it was good to get addicted to
The experience finally got over (sad),leaving me to tell the tale . It completely destressed me and leaving me free to once again follow the trail of "pani puri"
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