of Daal.. and other delicious things

I think it's possible that I am quite confused at the moment.
Though things are clearing up.. and I Did make my very first salad today.
which is a definite step in the right direction.

so so much is happening but it becomes harder to know what is really worth talking about.
and also the Why behind the talking. why talk about it.. why talk about it Here?...
so I will do the fun thing.. I will talk about all the delicious (pronounced very incorrectly as dii-liii-sii-os) things I'm going to learn how to COOK!!

Today was my version of the Subway salad.. *glee*
(yes, not much "cooking" there)

But kaddu, kaali daal, paneer bhujia, bhindi are the staples that I Will master and SHARE :D
Why?
Well.. the emotional journey (err.. somewhat) has been captured on this blog..
now the culinary will be.. (err.. somewhat)...
because I am hoping to keep the emotional Mostly balanced..
so we can now talk about other exciting things..

the Birthday is COMING!!.. I should learn to make a cake before that..
a Good cake. so Here was where I went into this graphic description of the icing
sitting gently on the tongue.... err.. and it sounded slightly erm.. seksual (yus.. seksual)
so this was me editing it.

hahaha.. so now you know!..
plus I do really funny accents aaj kal.. so often in fact that I might be forgetting the polite way
to talk.. hahah.. ah. life-on-earth. ah.
chalo chalo.. pushing off for now

Peace and Louuu
(also.. if anyone is interested in receiving a mail regarding Empowerment and Positivity.. not by me..just mailed by me.. lemme know people.. it shall be done..)
 

The Sun

For some time this blog will take on a Watermelon hue :)
to celebrate v's wedding sari two years ago..

Love
and yes, the blog Breathes again I suppose

Heading Home

Tis very simple.
The Past Is Dead.

I've thought about this enough and This is the space i choose to put it out into the Universe.
this is The forum.

There is a very beautiful and inspiring day celebrated by a friend each year.. a day to reach out
to every single person who can be contacted.. On this day he apologizes, asks forgiveness and sends love.
He starts afresh.. and those relationships that are already steady are further enhanced by the fragrance of his love. 

So this is me doing that.. so to all readers.. known, unknown, knowing, unknowing, whole... to all.
I apologize to all and every one to whom i knowingly, unknowingly, intentionally, unintentionally but mostly in ignorance hurt. To every single person in the past.. I apologize.
and as i choose to acknowledge.. i also let go of you.. all.

from this day on.. my slate is scrubbed clean of the past.
because, truly, the Past is Dead.

and who you knew as me.. is also no more.
so with all the love and love and love.. i take leave of you all.
may we always notice the strength of the sunshine paving our way

Aatma Namaskar
(I acknowledge I am spirit, and that spirit in me acknowledges the spirit in You)

sunny

Living positively is sometimes like that ink blot test... only the person analyzing what you see.. is you.
because as we all know.. there are enough things in a day (week/year) to cringe, fight and get angry about.

But there are also other things we can focus on.
and occasionally focus on the same things with better perspective. Maybe from a distance like watching a boat at sea (seriously borrowed from a lovely blog post i read today).
Maybe with less cynical eyes.
Maybe with a huge dollop of laughter and absolute refusal to treat itsy-bitsy everyday things as anything more than itsy-bitsy everyday things.

So as we are treading the usual track to work, play, or the rare club.. (okay, very very rare)
but as we move around.. to witness how we see the world can be an indication to our own selves of just where we are today.

and if you don't like how grey pictures seem to be popping up more frequently than sun kissed unicorns.. then work harder to find a ray of sunshine leaking on to that page. squint your eyes if you must. maybe that cloud is hiding a fat sun... or maybe the rain from that cloud is kissing the roots of a beautiful green shrub that is happy to see you. :)

Moment of Truth :)

Since I'm interested in talking about Light.. here is the Light of Truth.

and it's not just when I'm unwell.. I deeply suspect cunning biology. I'm sure its insidious presence is the Sole Reason WHY

- i love dinky little pens the size of my little finger
- i used to love brightly coloured..feathered..lit.. extravaganzas of pens.. okay, i may still...
- i think of colours as "happy" or not
- certain gestures in advertisements not only speak but sing to me..

actually none of that may be the product of biology.. but i'm sure biology Does play a part somewhere.

so now i leave this brilliant little comic strip here for you to love and connect with.. and maybe we'll ask ourselves

why outward gestures of independence often have to be so alienating..
would i still be independent if a sister, not a boyfriend, made me soup?
what Is real strength..
what does it mean, to me, to be a woman..

Toodles and tralala..
may we all feel the lightness of love :)

Finders and Seekers :)

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the Courage to change the things I can
and the Wisdom to know the difference.

The Serenity Prayer


to Fly i must cut the notion that wings must exist
i must cut the notion that i have wings to cut
i must cut the i in that notion
and forget what is and isn't to cut
and maybe then keep the wind company

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the sun isn't noticed because of cloudless days
but the memory of rain lashed afternoons
watching the trees sway

the sun isn't noticed because of sky blue mornings

but the journey through grey stormy nights
and the thunder alongside

the sun is the light, craved in its absence
and feasted on sight
the way isn't truly sought till you've experienced being completely lost

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for we go on..

i may make mistakes
on my own vastra, trip
decide to spin like a top
and rest dizzy by a stream

take a road more twisted
convoluted
get distracted by the trees
the sunshine, the breeze
the promises, i try to make others keep

it will hurt to step on stones
to take a longer route
to momentarily lose my head
but i will walk on ahead

only promises made to self will i insist upon being kept
forget how long it took
forget what made me linger
for before finding you
i will surely lose me