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Justagirlfrommumbai  Mumbaikar in Sydney.Secret lover of Delhi, Memory keeper of Mumbai. Lives to eat, Thrives her soul on History & Urdu poetry.Everydayindia contributor

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This has been a week of excesses as far as food and sleep have been concerned. I have eaten as if I am going on a lifelong fast and sleep has been a luxury that has avoided me all week.

It also doesn't help that my body clock has a rhythm of its own, which means that it doesn't matter how tired I am or how less I have slept, I need to get my house in order, my bags unpacked and everything in its place before I can finally unwind (Hyperactive much ???). After everything else is sorted I need to ensure the kitchen is looked after too. And considering the sheer volume of food that I have consumed this week which was cooked in a hotel kitchen, I wanted to keep lunch very basic and desi. So I made the simplest meal that I could. Toor dal cooked with jaggery, Took Patata, Boondi Raita, Rice, Beets and pickle.
It doesn't matter how delicious food cooked in a hotel is, it just cannot beat a meal that you put together in your kitchen. I ate with my fingers savouring every bite letting life flow back in me. Now that sanity is restored in my life again, I can finally let the tiredness take over and find solace in the arms of some dreamless sleep.

Check my Instagram stories for how to make this complete meal in under an hour.

When you are sick of eating but won't stop eating 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Had something really interesting today. Roti Jala with chicken curry. The yellow bits in the plate are a type of Roti that is steamed, a bit like spaghetti but more softer. Something I haven't tried before and I am glad that I did.

When sleep eludes you in strange lonely beds all night . . . you finally end the struggle and just start your morning with the first cup of tea of the day. Because you know many more cups will follow today.

I believe there is a penance in yearning. There is poverty in giving too much of your heart. When your desire for other is not returned in equal measure, nothing in this world can compensate for that shortfall. Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love - Lang Leav

I am travelling for work starting tomorrow and while I love the whole drama that it involves, I won't have any access to a kitchen for a few days as well. Not that I mind eating different cuisines I made sure I had a proper desi meal to indulge in before I leave. So lunch was Chole, Aloo Gobi, Rice, Pickle and Dahi. A happy meal for a busy week ahead. Recipe in the link on my profile or you can check out my stories to see the step by step recipe.

It is really cold tonight, I turned on the heater to the highest setting I could, but there is still a chill in the air which just doesn’t seem right. I just couldn’t seem to find the energy to get up and cover the short distance from the couch to the kitchen to cook anything. As I lay down on the couch day dreaming, I wondered what it is about winters that bring on this air of despair and melancholy in its wake?
Why do winters make us so desperate? The need to touch something warm heightens your senses every time you watch your cold breath escape your lips. It is not just the need for the hour, but it is also the constant thought on your mind. You crave for some relief; it could just be snuggling up in a blanket, being engulfed in a warm hug, or cozying up with a hot cup of Tea in your bed.
And on a cold wintry night when I finally did muster up the vigor to make dinner, the temptation of warm Dal topped up generously with Ghee seemed too alluring. So I made this "Swiss Chard Dal,” which was yellow dal cooked with the goodness of Swiss chard instead of Spinach and then tempered it with homemade Ghee and some red chili powder to spice things up.
I skipped the rice and rotis because I couldn’t be bothered and took my place on the couch with my socks covered feet hiding under a quilt and just held the bowl of hot dal in my cold, cold hands. The nourishing dal, the warmth of the Ghee and the heat of the chili just seemed to satisfy all the cravings that the winter seems to evoke in old souls like me.

Sigh, I guess it is time to call it a night.

Recipes to keep your old soul warm on cold winter nights on the blog.

Hell is the world bereft of words. There are days I live through it when episodes of language lie constrained in my lungs when residues float to the surface betraying the script in my mind - Rosalyn D'Mello

So all the kids and grown ups who threw a tantrum yesterday that I made Lauki (Bottle Gourd), let me tell you there was a reason why your Mummy force fed it to you. It is believe it or not a very healthy vegetable and a versatile one at that. You can juice it, make it as a sabzi, add it in a dal, fry it, make desserts and even cook it with meat. And the quick and easy recipe that I made yesterday meant that there was some leftover today as well. So dinner was Masoor dal, Lauki ki sabzi, homemade Dahi, Burfi, pickle and rotis. And if anyone does any chikchik (fuss) about being served Lauki again they will have to go to bed hungry tonight. Because I am very strict that way. Strict recipes on the blog tonight.

Lauki or Bottle Gourd sabzi, so simple, so easy and fuss free to make. There is really no excuse to not make this even when you are pressed for time. Check my Instagram stories for a quick recipe on how to make this dish.

My relationship with words - Part 5
Some days I misplace words
They get lost with constant pining and innumerable sighs
They get lost in empty promises and meaningless highs
They get lost in the alleyways and labyrinths of hearts that are no longer mine
I lose words in hope
I lose words in grief especially when they don't let me weep
I lose words in people and I lose them in places
I lose words in valley of lips and depths of hungry mouths
I lose words in between unkissed lips and unfinished sentences
I lose words in desperate hugs of unwanted arms
I lose words in bodies as I try to find them in souls
I lose words in me and I lose them in you
And after I have emptied myself of them all, I realize no matter how honest, and how passionately they are spoken they won’t matter if the one they are uttered for does not feel them at all.

Sunday indulgence . .check my Instagram stories for a step by step way to discover indulgence today morning.

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