This year has been quite an eventful one for us , lots of travel… lots of changes… I cant remember a time like this ever. However , we are just back on our toes, trying to get a foothold , welcoming and embracing the monotony and enjoying every moment of it.

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A beautiful story by Meera Syal , a story of a punjabi Indian family trying to make a living and uphold tradition and culture and imbibe  whatever little they can to their star , anita.  The novel takes us on a journey with a young 9 year old Meera , her color , her friends , her growing up in a mining village, west Midlands , england in a predominantly white community. She comes to worship Anita , her neighbor . The novel speaks about certain characters having strong racist attitudes . For me , her grandmother’s character was the most adorable. reminded me of mine.

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My amma is a health freak , so much so that she is anti fried food , I do not remember eating pooris in my house except for once , when I and my kiddo brother were bawling our lungs out for this beautiful flat bread.

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I have 3 reasons to blog today…

The weather is great here today, though a little humid , its been so long since it has rained in this part of the world, My part of world has brown coloured trees not the usual green , thats how dry it is… so , its been an oasis in the desert for us today with the showers yesterday and the drizzle today.

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I am a self confessed sky gazer or a ceiling gazer, especially after a long needed vacation. I’d be dreaming about life if I lived there.. which is practically not possible , Hey , but isnt there a saying ” Dare to Dream ?”

So , yesterday was one of those days when I was gazing at the ceiling ( its too hot to sky gaze) and forgot all about lunch. At noon a phone call from Yamuna shattered my dreams about winning a lottery and buying a million dollar home , atop a mountain … sigh!… Reality struck and hunger pangs increased when an almost empty refrigerator and kitchen stared at my face. All I had was a box of strawberries . With Yamuna , my best pal since 3rd grade, I really cant afford to take chances by hanging up and facing her wrath . Multi tasking was the key. I made this wonderful salad , ate half of it first , took pictures , chilled it for a while and then had a second helping to satiate myself. I realized chilling it makes a lot of difference… And all this while talking to her.

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