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Long weekend, Tamanna and Aryan got together and wanted to experiment with cooking. As usual they caught hold of me and wanted me to help them or be around, so that their mom doesn't say anything. After a lot of discussion between them they decided on making some curry with egg, it has been long that we have prepared an egg curry; egg is taken in all other forms… When I asked them in what way do you want the curry to look like, would you like to use Spanish or you want in a spicy malsala, Aryan jumped in to say Masala.  How you would want to go about. Tamanna said lets go with the egg boiled in full and curry… I asked let us take the ingredients for the same and Tamanna to boil 4 eggs. Aryan took out two onions and chopped it fine (He really chopped it well) and kept the below ingredient ready,  Oil  Turmeric powder Kashmiri red chilli powder  Coriander powder  Ginger-garlic paste 1 tablespoon Fresh coriander leaves  I asked him how yo...

Love Letter to My Husband Dear S uresh, SUU, Jannu, Sweetheart, Better half, Handsome, Hero, Heart Throb, Romeo, Prince Charming, BugBear, Cutiepie  Suresh, Today, Its Seven years we have been married!! I still remember when you had come home to visit me; my sister and cousins’ were all excited, they all came running to me and said “he is a pretty handsome guy”, I was very nervous, when I served coffee to you and your family. I would like to admit, I was mesmerized by your looks, when they asked us to go and have a word by ourselves…I had already fallen in love with you. The gentleman you were and the way you behaved, I knew I have met my Prince charming… That Night, I was eagerly waiting for a response from your end, how I prayed that you should say YES to this proposal.   When I heard my dad speaking on his mobile from the adjacent room; I was thrilled when both our parents’ agreed to our proposal. I thought of calling you that moment, but the India...

In Aryan and Tamanna school there is a Katha Writers' Workshop 2017 happening and they have written the below few lines. The Traffic Police Scorching summer, Sharp winters, Heavily Raining, I stand to regulate, The Traffic... Racing cars, Speeding Bikes, Crawling Cycles, Honking Buses, I stand to regulate, The Traffic... Unruly pedestrians’, Jumping Signals, No Seat belt, Speaking on Mobile, Whistling…time and again, I stand to regulate, The Traffic... Drying Throat, Dusty Roads, Danger to life, Still… For your Safety I stand to regulate, The Traffic... Tamanna Raj VI C Cause I admit I am scared... Oh! The Mornings, I wish it never ends, When the bright days turn into chilling nights... I run to the bed, Hide Undercover, Cause I admit I am scared... Of the ghosts in the mirrors, The mirrors never leave, Day or Night, They are all around the house, Cause I admit I am scared...

Rajesh was brought up by very conservative Hindu couple and he grew up to be very Orthodox and strong belief system. For him, his life revolved  around religion and serving the religious institution. From childhood, he would participate in all local temple festivals, let it be Ganesh Chaturthi or Durga Puja. He used to spend a lot of time reading and understanding religious scripts. He was against all other religion and had closed towards them and not even willing to speak or interact to them. Looking at his passion one of the local leaders from a local political party (which divides people for its own benefits) made him join its youth wing and infused thoughts that we can save our religion and culture only if we keep away from other religion.  Rajesh was given Physical training saying we have to defend ourselves at the time of need, He has today become a crusader. At a very young age he had grown in ranks in that local political Party. He was present in all the...

​Laying in my grave it was more than a week, waiting for Yama to take me and Chitragupta to decide on my fate of going to heaven or hell. The wait for final interview was killing me from inside. I was nervous, anxious, I was preparing, rehearsing my answers and anticipating questions likely to be asked.... Will he ask me the questions as asked in all the interviews, "Tell me something about yourself"? C'mon Anoop, he is God and has all your details. Are they like our HR managers who are not prepared for taking interviews. I answered to myself....Then what could he ask or will he just give me possession letter of flat in Heaven? I was sure I will go to heaven, I was also getting worried, it was so long and why they have not yet come. Did his vehicle break down in between or was there a traffic jam!!  In movies I have seen him coming immediately...Then a thought suddenly made me worry...has he forgotten me? Will I be roaming around the earth as a ghost? Has m...

Sundi was born and brought up on the beautiful hills of western Ghats. His parents owned a few acres of land. The land had the cultivation of coffee, pepper and mixed crop. All the needs of the family was met and they were very comfortable. They lived in a small two bedroom house which was enough for the family of four. The house used to be on top of the hill, painted in bright colors and a small pathway connecting to the road...House was surrounded by coffee plantation. The crawling of snakes and other animals were not new to them. There was no other house for another half a kilometer and it looked like a photograph out of the calendar. Sundi and his sister used to walk to the school which was around 2 km away from his house and on the way, his friends used to join them. For them, going to school was an experience in itself. All the friends walking together, sometimes throwing a stone into the lake or sometimes aiming on the mangoes.  They tried plucking a jackfruit from...