Flowers in the farmer’s market, today
Looking at any beautiful flower reminds me of Rabindranath Tagore’s poem - ‘Flower’.
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it.
I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
The south Indian Mor Kuzhambu ( a tangy buttermilk and coconut stew) gets a different avatar in the North by way of Kadhi. There are two types of Kadhi - one is the Gujarati Kadhi and the other is Punjabi Kadhi or Kadhi Pakodi. This kadhi is different from the other version by way of satisfying your needs for something fried. It was love at first taste for me when I had it way back during my