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A Sweet and Spicy Love Story a.k.a Appam and Mutton Curry

(All images courtesy Bhairavi Remitha)

There she sat, in all her demure softness; decked in a pristine white bodice while her frilly, lacy golden brown skirt billowed around her in scalloped perfection. She sat waiting, waiting for her beloved, shooting coy glances towards him.


And there he was, her soulmate, suave and dashing in his rich brown coat, drowning her with the smoldering, hot look he sent in her direction. He was built like a Greek God – dark, brooding. The meat, potatoes and onions coming together in balanced perfection to create her perfect mate – the man of her dreams.

She could wait no longer.

“My hero!” She cooed, as she reached out to him. He took her hand in a gentle clasp. She burrowed herself into his steamy warmth, breathing in deep of his spicy aroma. “Mmm, you smell so good. What’s that fragrance?”

“You like it?” he whispered as he swept her into his arms. “It’s called Garam Masala. Heady mix of cardamom, cloves, cinnamon, fennel….” He could no longer think straight. “…..and a bunch of other stuff… that’s not important…” he murmured as he started losing himself in the cloudlike softness of her heaving bosom.

He could no longer hold back, and embraced her in all her glory.

“I waited all my life for you,” she said, thinking back to all she had done to get here. The endless soaking in water, the horrible sensation of going around in dizzy circles and being crushed, how they drugged her with yeast, and then the final wait. The night of anticipation, her emotions brimming and bubbling as she rose up to be just perfect for him. It all seemed like a dream now that she was finally in his arms.

“Me too my love, I waited a lifetime for this moment. And I… I would rather not remember what I went through to get here.”

“It’s all behind us now my dearest, and we are together now. Forever!”

And she drew him into her.

“This is so good,” she gasped as she soaked in all his fragrant goodness, into every pore of her being. He was totally lost. And so was she. So much so, it was next to impossible to state where he began and she ended.

Bliss!

They were just perfect together. A match made in heaven. Appam and Mutton Curry.

Needless to say, they lived happily ever after.

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Remember When?

Back in the days
The first leaves of our notebooks
Were free of writing,
Save for our names and grades. Read the rest of this entry

വെറുതെ ഒരു പൈങ്കിളിക്കവിത 

ഏയ്…
നമുക്ക് വീണ്ടും
അവിടം വരെ ഒന്ന് പോയാലോ?
കാലമെപ്പോഴോ നമ്മളിൽ നിന്ന്
കട്ടെടുത്ത ആ സ്വപ്നത്തിലേക്ക്,
വെറുതെ…
വീണ്ടും ആ മാവിന്റെ ചോട്ടിലിരിക്കാം;
ഇലകളിൽനിന്നിറ്റു വീഴുന്ന;
മഴത്തുള്ളിയിൽ നനയാം,
വെറുതെ…
ആ വിദൂരതയിലോട്ടു കണ്ണും നട്ട്,
ഒന്നും മിണ്ടാതെ,
ഒന്നും പറയാതെ,
വെറുതെ ഇരിക്കാം.
അല്ലെങ്കിൽ
ഒരിക്കലും വരാത്തൊരു
ഭാവിയെക്കുറിച്ചു സംസാരിക്കാം;
ഒരിക്കലും സംഭവിച്ചിട്ടില്ലാത്ത
ഭൂതകാലം അയവിറക്കാം;
അതൊന്നുമല്ലെങ്കിൽ,
വെറുതെ
ആ പുഴയിലങ്ങനെ കാലും നനച്ച് നടക്കാം;
നിനക്ക് വിരോധമില്ലെങ്കിൽ കൈ കോർക്കാം;
ഒരു മൂളിപ്പാട്ടും ആകാം.
ആ തണുത്ത കാറ്റ് വീശുമ്പോൾ
നിന്റെ മാറോടെന്നെ ചേർത്ത് പിടിക്കാം.
വെറുതെ…

Of Slippers, Rings, And Other Such Trinkets

The philosopher Blaise Pascal once remarked, “Cleopatra’s nose, had it been shorter, the whole face of the world would have been changed.” Something tells me it wasn’t just the nose that would have changed the history of the world. A nose ring perhaps.

Just take a gander through history and literature and look at the havoc created by the various accessories women use to adorn themselves. Maybe it wasn’t havoc all the time, but you have to admit that the various trinkets women wear have played significant roles in many tales.

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അങ്ങനെയൊരു ‘ഉത്രാട’പ്പാച്ചിൽ

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Picture Courtesy: Rishikesh Damodhar

തിരുവോണത്തിന്റെ തലേന്ന് ഉത്രാടമെങ്കിൽ, ഓണപ്പരിപാടിയുടെ തലേന്നും ഉത്രാടമല്ലേ – by extension? എന്തായാലും പാച്ചിലിനൊരു കുറവും ഇല്ല.  Read the rest of this entry

Waterlilies

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The simple joys of life – they are the best. It’s amazing how a simple little thing like a flower can boost up the cheer factor of your day quite a few notches. Yesterday, for me, it was my waterlily. I cannot even begin explaining how much joy that single flower brought to my day. Read the rest of this entry

How to Make Momos / Dumplings / Potstickers- that come in a Box, from a Freezer – in 42 Steps

Sometimes you’ve got that craving you’ve just got to take care of. And sometimes you’ve got to resort to those frozen thingamajigs. But who said it was just, shove ’em in the microwave and zap’em? Read the rest of this entry