I have been searching for the recipe for years.. I found the recipe here
It didn’t taste like what I had hoped for..
Nevertheless.. I was happy..
Cooking is like teleporting.. I can recreate the past..moment by moment….
Years ago, while searching for the Anjaneya temple ( legend says it was built by Arjuna) we got lost. We stopped by one of the halli (village) to ask for direction.
Modified Yamaha 350 cc bike, Naga rider and a Mallu pillion rider..short hair..jeans..epitome of modern woman..more than enough to pique the curiosity of the villagers.
and the fact that we were medical students elevated our status even further.
We were invited to the village chief’s house for a meal…
The living room was small and dark..
I don’t like dark places..I always felt the darkness in the room kind of close in on me and it feels like I am suffocating.
He knew that..
By choosing to sit outside on the veranda..he knew he was going to be the center of attraction..what with the whole village waiting outside to catch a glimpse of him..He still asked if we could sit outside..
We sat on the wooden bench outside..I can still see him sitting on that bench.. wearing my favourite red check shirt..( it took a while to find the perfect red check shirt , but I found it)..wiping the sweat off his forehead..enjoying a simple meal..Coconut dosai and chutney..
Dosai was very soft and spongy..chutney was very hot..
He didn’t eat the chutney..much to the amusement of the chief.. that there are people in India who don’t eat spicy food!
Yesterday was also the first day of Chinese New Year.
Year of the dragon..
Of all the animals in the chines Zodiac.. I love dragons….I collect dragon stories.. I buy dragon tshirts for my son..( poor kid)
1988 was a year of the dragon..Two things happened.. I got admission to do medicine..and I found true love..
(Year 2000.. I finished my master’s degree..and my son was born..)
It is that time of the year..nearly end of January..Uni exams starts in the 2nd week of Jan..practicals begin in the 3rd week and end 4th week..
I don’t know the date.
I don’t want to know the date.
But I know this..
that I was loved..
that there was someone who cared..who knew every one of my likes and dislikes..
Who loved me for what I am..
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.