Tag Archives: A Journey In Pictures

The Surface

Gem Lake

 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 Little Bit of Sunshine

RMNPA 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

 

No I can’t hit the bed yet

It’s friday still

 

School drop

And chores, endless chores

Milk’s run out

And yes apples,

Can’t do without those damn apples.

 

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

 

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

 

It was the grocery clerk

 

Always in attendance

With a warm smile on her face

I sighed with relief

Everything will be fine

Because of little Ms. Sunshine

Simple Pleasures

TongaThe 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…

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Love is innocent

Love is pure

Love is tough

It can endure

  

Love is a rock

It stands the test of time

Love is tender

A sweet surrender

 

Love is honey

Yet it can taste bitter

Love is desire

Sets hearts a twitter

  

Love is work

May take years to master

A genuine effort

Can unravel this twister

 

Love is weird

Hard to comprehend

It is a riddle

A never-ending maze

 

Love is pernicious

Most fall victim

Remedies are simple

A look, a touch, a dimple.

A Gargoyle in my Suitcase… Me and I

Gargolyle

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?

lilies

Nature – world’s greatest artist. Though some humans do come close.

Windmills of My Mind

skr enigma

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

Indian Cuisine – A Vegetarian Barbecue.

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!!

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Thick pieces of Paneer (fresh Indian cheese) marinated in spices,  tomatoes, onions, green bell peppers, cilantro and mint chutney.

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Mounted on skewers and slow cooked over charcoal.

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Finished product served with vegetable biryani (basmati rice cooked with veggies and spices)!