Wednesday, April 15, 2015. She will not go out of the house once the sun sets unless one of us is with her, she will lock up all the doors and sit in the hall with TV on if she is alone, and she generally hates being home alone. I know there is a bigger plan in the offing. So, I have made peace with life and am happy about it. Monday, March 23, 2015.

Saturday, February 20, 2010. To the man who taught me how to read, who encouraged me when others seem wonder, to one who tied my shoe laces till I was 8,and scared every boy away till he gave away to a person he believed in. To the man who I am supposed to look like,who made me laugh when I wanted to scream, who made me scream but forgive him immediately because I knew he was right,. To the one who was the wind beneath my wings, lifted me high, but ensured I always had a safety net just in case I fell.

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A Letter to the Future. Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a young girl named B. Chocolate Cake In 5 Minutes! 4 Tablespoons cake flour. She almost weeped for joy! Oh this cake was good! For 3-5 minutes.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010. But my blog has been virtually impossible to open on Firefox and Safari. Quite, quite fed up. Cutting and pasting from blogger as and when it opens for a few seconds. Calling out, lane to lane,.

Wednesday, March 07, 2018. Sheem Posto with Kasundi - Snow Peas with Poppy seeds and Mustard. I have this habit of switching veggies, concocting recipes, substituting one ingredient with another. So it is no surprise that I hardly ever buy sheem, which we never find fresh at our Indian grocers anyway. Instead I buy the fresh, tender, translucent green snow peas.

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