2 days ago- Balmy 70s. Spring trying to make its presence felt. 😀
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Today- a biting 15 degrees! Brrrrrrrr!!!!
Hopscotch anyone?
 The Surface
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We operate
You and I
We nod, we converse, we agree
We go about our business
On the surface
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The chinks
They show on occasion
But we conceal them
Expertly shroud them
On the surface
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And those who dare
Peep beneath
They rear aghast
At the rife ugliness they see
A cauldron of noxious brews
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Of voices falling on deaf ears
Of conflicting emotions
Of affections forgotten
Of relations trivialized
Of promises broken
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Yet it all appears just fine
On the surface
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A perfect day in Rocky Mountain National Park, CO
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Grumpy
After a long work night
Battling my instincts
To fall asleep at the wheel
Or run through the red light
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No I can’t hit the bed yet
It’s friday still
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School drop
And chores, endless chores
Milk’s run out
And yes apples,
Can’t do without those damn apples.
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I prowl around
In a half daze
Dumping stuff
In my recyclable cloth bag
Green is my middle name
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 Then disaster strikes
At the checkout counter
With all my effects on the floor
On display for the world
To see and ridicule
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And just when I was  ready
To pitch and scram
Before the tears sprout
Like from a ruptured dam
I felt a gentle tap on my arm
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It was the grocery clerk
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Always in attendance
With a warm smile on her face
I sighed with relief
Everything will be fine
Because of little Ms. Sunshine
The Tonga (Horse drawn carriage) as seen on the streets of Agra, India
Simple Pleasures
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I reminisce with immense fondness
 Memories of homeland shores
When life was unadulterated
And goals within reach
Such as…
Walking barefoot on the sand
Gorging cotton candy at the fair
Screaming hoarse along with the radio
And yes, the occasional pleasure ride around town
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Tonga or Tanga: तांगा Hindi meaning Hansom or Horse carriage
Love Is…
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Love is innocent
Love is pure
Love is tough
It can endure
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Love is a rock
It stands the test of time
Love is tender
A sweet surrender
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Love is honey
Yet it can taste bitter
Love is desire
Sets hearts a twitter
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Love is work
May take years to master
A genuine effort
Can unravel this twister
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Love is weird
Hard to comprehend
It is a riddle
A never-ending maze
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Love is pernicious
Most fall victim
Remedies are simple
A look, a touch, a dimple.
Seen at the Denver Airport Baggage Claim
Me and I (A Conspiracy Theory)
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When I stumbled onto me
A weirder thing could never be
We are but one and the same
Yet go by different names
We share the same vessel
Yet forever tussle
Like a gargoyle in my suitcase
A stranger in the mirror
I’m in a quandary
Am I…I, or am I me?
Windmills of My Mind
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Sometimes up, sometimes down
Sometimes bright, sometimes brown
Sometimes dubious, sometimes trusting
Sometimes active, sometimes resting
Laughably stupid, or brilliantly keen
Deeply perceptive, or ruthlessly mean
Shifting sands of impersistent thoughts
Windfall of feelings tied up in knots
A waffling chameleon, a steady machine
A virulent tornado, a meandering stream
A beautiful maiden, a gross dream
A sensitive bitch, a stoic queen
No discussion on India would be complete without mentioning its food which is as rich and colorful as its residents. And I am not kidding when I say that travelling from one region to another will not only introduce you to different languages and dialects but also to markedly varied cuisines.
And of course, spices are essential in our cuisine. The spice trade which began during the ancient civilizations was considered to be the trigger for the ‘Age of Discovery’ during which Europe began exploring for new routes to the East Indies.
I still have very fond memories of my Grandma’s kitchen where food used to be prepared the way it should be—from scratch. It was labor intensive but also a lot of fun. I know because I used to help. Water was drawn from the well in the yard, spices were ground in ancient stone grinders, so was flour for bread, batter for idlis (steamed rice cakes), dosas (crepes made from rice and lentil batter) and chutneys (fine and coarse sauces made from fruits, or vegetables and spices.) And when the food was being cooked, the aroma would fill the entire neighborhood. My favorite was the one of rasam (a light and spicy south Indian lentil soup.) It still is.
Now I would like to share with you some of my personal favorites.
I begin with a special Indian Vegetarian Barbecue which I had the privilege of indulging in last time I was in India. I wish to thank my wonderful cousin and her husband for this experience. We were in Khandala (a hill station near Mumbai,) in a private resort bungalow with our very own personal chef and this is what we were served on our first night there. YUM!!
Thick pieces of Paneer (fresh Indian cheese) marinated in spices, Â tomatoes, onions, green bell peppers, cilantro and mint chutney.
Mounted on skewers and slow cooked over charcoal.
Finished product served with vegetable biryani (basmati rice cooked with veggies and spices)!