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A party to remember

A party in the night

Under the candle light

Food, laughter and the sparkling eyes

There are some days when I am just running out of groceries in my kitchen and I am in dilemma what to cook for dinner . And some sudden frequented showers in Bangalore and the temperature dips considerably. To top it all having a bad cold makes things worse  and you don’t feel like going out from the warmth of my home.

And yes next day the school is their so the child needs to sleep early too . Mom suggested why not make egg curry and I smiled reluctantly , ” Yes good idea Maa ” . But then my mind started thinking , ” Why not innovate and cook something different ? ” I  asked feebly looking for her affirmation . She remarked , ” Yes , Ok , make whatever you want and then we will make the Rotis ”

I was happy that she agreed . And my mind started working on how I will make the curry . I just had few basic things in the kitchen onions, tomatoes and some capsicums. And yes not to forget the eggs sitting pretty in my oversized refrigerator .

I used to love egg curry but used to hate the yolk which will be dense , hard and gluggy and almost every time  that was the one which will go in the bin. I decided why not cook something so that we can devour both the white and yellow part . So , I diced some red and green capsicum , some onions and tomatoes . The diced capsicum was whisked with six eggs . And then I added some mozzarella , salt and oregano . It was whisked again resulting in a frothy concoction.



I heated the pan , added some butter  and quickly  spread it evenly all over the pan . I poured the egg mixture and then closed it with a lid . After two minutes when you take out the lid , the omelet would have  swelled and cooked in the steam. Take it out nicely and cut into small squares and let it cool . The pieces will be really thick and the mozzarella adds nice zing to the omelet. Now make a gravy of tomato and onions , with some curry powder , garam masala and your favorite spices. In india every home has their own recipe of curry powder which they will use in their curries. Once the curry starts boiling you put the omelet squares in the curry and let is simmer for two minutes.


The curry is ready to be served with hot rotis or parathas. In my home it was served and enjoyed in a nice candle light. The rain and the mist added an extra zing to the dinner. And Mr Smiley made sure that we enjoyed this dinner with lots of laughter and love . It is always nice to bond with your family over food , food cooked with love not only satiates your hunger but your soul too. And not to forget the dinner was enjoyed to the last bit with  lot of adulation pouring from the hubby and parents. It made by day .. 🙂

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A morning walk

I love the promise of a new day , the optimism each morning offers . Morning conveys that there is a light after darkness , hope after failure , a new beginning after a bitter end .Morning is the solace of night , a  harbinger of hope . I love morning because of its purity , the expectancy it sets in every heart . I love the sight when the alluring light of the sun fades the darkness of night , when the birds and myriad fauna wakes up and goes in search of their daily food. Morning is the reminder of life’s beginning , that we can start afresh in our life .

Morning_Walk_1 The best part of getting up in the morning is that you can spend some time with nature . It is the time of the day when the birds , flowers , trees wakes up with a renewed vigor . They are bursting with positive energy .I am blessed that I live with a lake tucked behind my apartment. A walk in the morning hour helps me to connect with nature and my inner self . The gentle sound of wind swaying your hair , the chirping of the birds and the blossoming of flowers adds to the divinity.  And when there is calmness all around you , you can pay more attention to the call of your inner self . Some of the pics during one of these walk:

A journey to Hampi


Buried in pages of time
Rising Like a phoenix
My scars tell million Fables

This is the most famous chariot from the ruins of Hampi in the Vittala temple Complex . Some journeys are made for rejuvenation , some for fun and some for your soul . And this was surely for my soul . Standing amidst these ruins we are transformed in an era which makes you retrospect , gazing in that time where life was about survival yet so enriched in art and culture . My heart swells with pride to see these ruins . They are an architecture marvel , representing such a rich heritage of our country and also the relentless pursuits of human spirit to reach the zenith .

On the way  we saw thousand sunflowers dancing merrily . We could feel the crispness in the air.

Sky and Sunflower




The carvings in the black marble at the Hazar Ram temple , Depicting thousand scenes from the Ramayana , was amazing .


This is the lotus Mahal  , located between the dwellings of King and queen where they would come and meet . The scented water infused with saffron and Kewda would be filled from the top and it will trickle down to all its columns and make it cool in the summer and  release fragrance. Quite intriguing , is n’t it ?Hampi_Heritage-22


The overview  of Hampi  City at dusk . The remnants of our glorious past and hope the future is more promising !



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extrapolated in your arms
Needs no boundaries

Love is the most sublime feeling which we experience in our life . From the time we are born till we breath our last . Have we ever thought what will happen if we are devoid of love , we  will become zombies. Love gives a purpose to our life and a direction to the ship sailing in this vast ocean . It is like a force which protect us from unforeseen events , guiding us in dark days and giving a hope for the future . Love has the power to conquer the insurmountable , it is like a guiding angel which help us to overcome any obstacles .

A life empty of love is not worth living . It is like a desert . So , hold on to your loved ones they will always be there for you no matter what . Seasons come and go but people who love you truly are always there for you,you just need to remember them in your heart.  And they will come looking for you . No boundaries of time , religion , money  stands in a way when your love is pious.

Sharing a famous poem by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love’s light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

Goa in Monsoon – The Best trip of my life

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Goa is one of the most famous destination in India frequented by lakhs of people all over the world . Goa has something for every soul , backpackers , couples , families , youth . I and my hubby Amit are literally water babies . We love anything to do with water whether it is snorkeling , Para-gliding , water rafting or just snoozing for endless hours in the beach/river side.

This trip was taken in the month of August 2010 . We have visited Goa innumerable times  and in almost every season but during monsoon Goa has an altogether different aura . We had decided to drive down . There are many routes but since we were traveling with family , we had zeroed on Bangalore – Tumkur – Sira – Chitradurga – Davangere – Ranibennur –  Mirjan – Ankola – Karwar –  Palolem Beach – Madgaon – Panaji  .   If there are multiple drivers you can drive down in one day but since my son was quite young , we took a night halt in Karwar .  Next morning we proceeded towards Goa .  The drive is mesmerizing during monsoon . The green fields , quaint villages and the company of never ending clouds made the journey bewitching . From Haveri to Karwar the road snakes through idyllic villages where hardly people were visible . It was constantly drizzling

Showers of passion

Aroused the  parched earth

Myriad flowers bloom

We felt that God is constantly showering blessings on us . It was just magical . Next morning after freshening up and having scrumptious dosas at Karwar Hotel we proceeded towards North Goa. From Karwar to North Goa the drive is splendid , passing through deserted beaches and breathtaking views of the rustic life on country side . Such journey breaks the monotony of a tired city soul and  invigorates us with a renewed energy .  As soon as we enter goa , the Portuguese influence on the lifestyle becomes evident , the architecture of houses , the bay windows , the attire and the cuisine.

We are very fond of Baga-Calangute stretch which is located in north Goa . This was a long trip of five days and each day was planned to experience the different nuances of Goan life . Goa in monsoon is everything which we can dream of  the building are washed clean , the beaches and the sea rush into each other as forlorn lovers , the paddy fields are lush with greenery all around . It is never ending vista of bountiful images which just dances on our senses . The romanticism of Goa is a perfect accompaniment to the mysticism of monsoon . It is what love stories are made of the swelling seas , the lonesome chapels , the deserted churches , the glistening roads and the hugely pregnant skies. All these images conjure only one enduring truth about a lover’s plight

Lonesome lover

Waiting for eternity

Even rain is no Solace

From here on let me take you to a pictorial journey as sometimes words don’t do enough justice to the beauty of the place.Goa in Monsoon-5

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The view outside my window

Flowers swoon
In the monsoon melody
I loose count of time

This is the view outside my window right now . And I can just sit for hours looking at it , admiring  the emerald leaves and the lilac flowers , whose color change with each passing day. When they bloom  they are dark psychedelic purple and as the sunlight fall on them they change to orchid and  pink . And to a faint whitish  pink in just a few days .

When the air sways them they dangle on the branches like a group of giggling girls ready to be shooed away . Sometimes they just hang quietly on the slender branches , waiting for the jilted lover to come and embrace them . When the hurried breeze come they jostle and sing a song in hushed voice . The  butterflies and bees come looking for nectar , even the humming birds hum  and they embrace them shyly .


On a windy day when my windows rattle they  oscillate in a perfect harmony , dancing to the tune of nature’s orchestra . And when the showers of monsoon magic come they smile , get doused in their love and embrace them with passion . When they leave the branches , they still  lie in the path silently welcoming a new day and still spreading  smile to the passers-by.

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Pic Courtesy : Amit Sinha

Moments pass

Like whiffs of fragrance

Memories linger eternally

Time and life has so much semantics . We cannot hold them neither can change their course . With each passing second there is a change happening in our lives and hence reflecting the same thought . I truly believe that you cannot count your life by how many breaths you take but the moments which take your breath away .And these are the memories which remain in our heart forever , they are ageless , timeless ,buried forever in the pages of time , to be re-interpreted , to be rediscovered .

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