Delicious Soup Recipes

Steaming bowls of soup on cold winter evenings - these are a few of my favourite things! I love trying new tastes and making my soup nutritious and low fat so that its great for my daughter and I don't pack on the calories either. 

My latest article on Rediff let's out some of my treasured secret recipes. The Pumpkin Soup doesn't sound like something one would try at least that's what I thought when I made it for the first time. Until I did. And I could never love another soup as much. 

Read the article here.  

Just words

Words. So heavy. Yet so useless. Just words. They could mean as much or as little as the speaker may intend. But at the end of the day that's all they are. Empty. Whether promises made or feelings shared. They're just words. Nothing to back them up. No contractual obligation. Futile by themselves. Like dates. Which are just numbers. Stupid words.

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Vote for me :)

What could be a better prize in a contest for a writer than to get published? 

My entry to a Harper Collins short story contest is below, pl do click on the link and vote if you like it - 

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Me

For all those who look at me but don't see me, I feel sorry for you. For those who think my capability or the value of my opinions is linked to how much money I earn, I feel sorry for you. Because it is disproportionately high. For those who can't deal with the clarity of my thoughts or the infidelity of my interests, I feel sorry for you. Because, I have the guts to say, I don't know what I ultimately want. And I won't settle. 

For those who only hear my silences, I feel sorry you can't feel the beauty of my thoughts. For those who disregard all that I do, I feel sorry for your myopic vision.

Because yes, though I am luckier than most in countless ways, I am also stronger. I am infinitely more tolerant, forgiving, emotional and giving. I do things for people without bothering about who gets the credit. I am talented, intelligent, punctual and have a will power of steel. So if in my idiosyncrasies, you see none of these, I feel sorry for you.

Dheel de dheel de de re bhaiya

Happy Makar Sakranti! Or as we call it in Gujarat, Uttrayan. I'm sure I've blogged about this before, but it was such a wonderful part of my college years that I can't help but go back in time.

On this fateful day, every selfrespecting Amdavadi retreats to his/her (or a friend's) place in the old city.From morning till evening, the skies of the city resemble a colorful battleground dotted by millions of kites trying to outdo each other. If you've read the Kite Runner, multiply that by a thousand. The only breaks taken are to gorge on a delicacy prepared only for this day called undiyu.

As all my friends were migrants to the city, thankfully 2 of our guju friends had a place in the old city to host us and moms who cooked the best undiyu in the world!

Happy Uttrayan Amdavad..go get them!

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Pehle aake maang le…meri nazar

We bought a house many years back. Ofcourse with our meagre salaries that time, construction linked was all we could buy, so in essence we bought a dream. Alas, if the financial whizes of the world couldn’t predict the recession then who were we…so it just happened that a few months into the purchase, the global economy collapsed and as a result (or excuse), our flat’s construction also stopped for 2 years. Once it started, our sporadic visits to the site only witnessed bricks, dust and mortar.

Until now.

On Sunday, we dropped in to see our house. And we saw our house. I am usually not airy fairy and don’t build castles in the air. But when I walked into the house, I somehow did not see the thick layer of dust on the floor but saw the lovely floor tiles that they had put in. I saw the sliding glass doors and french windows that I have always loved. I did not see the tiny dining room but a cozy corner where many warm meals on winter nights could be had. I didn’t see the limited dimensions of the study…but cartoons on the walls and a bed for my Sonu to sleep in. I saw beauty where no one else could. I saw achievement. And I saw a labor of love.

Ironically, the house is not one we plan to ever stay in. It is a pure investment. Also, I am pretty sure we will buy many more, bigger and more luxurious homes in the years to come. But for some strange reason, this first one will always be special. Always be my castle in the air. I am so proud.