Potato Pumpkin Pie.

This morning, which might not have been very sunny, but by having a medium sized potato pumpkin pie, our lives felt successful. Mashed potatoes made softly with crushed pulpy pumpkin and when both the ingredients are made into a pie, it tastes out of the world. On this pie if you put a piece of buttered bread , one on the top and one on the bottom, then it simply zings you out of this world.

yellow oval potato

Potato pumpkin is one those few dishes, which you will never forget in your life.

It is a beautiful dish and with few pieces of grated cheddar cheese on top of it with a cherry or two to go with, simply makes your heart melt with love and happiness.

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The name “potato pumpkin pie” sounds different from the rest of the pies, but it is prepared as a normal pie. The flavour and sweet taste of the pumpkin is the main thing which is to be held in the highest regard; for there is nothing more delicious than a sweet and beautiful pumpkin and they are made by God Almighty himself. Pumpkin’s subtle, sweet and delicious taste slowly floats to your nose and that is what makes the pie successful. A few dollops of white butter garnished with sugar, on the pie wouldn’t do much harm as once it is inside the stomach, it ensures a sweet and nice sleep.

sliced dessert on top of white ceramic plate

birthday cake in men s hands





A Green Tree.

A huge green tree is a sign of good fortune, good luck and all happy things. Trees are the basics of our ecosystem and they play a magnanimous role in our childhood.

Standing on the side of the road, a big tree with looks simply marvellous to look at and with it’s leaves blowing in the wind, the tree becomes more alive.

As children we would go and hide behind large trees while playing hide and seek and often our friends would give up searching and we used to win the game, as the tree’s huge bark would hide us very nicely.

Today, the number of large or big trees are very less, but few days back, we went to a place where many different types of trees had grown at the same place and they formed a nice, wonderful and beautiful covering over our heads. It felt as if Mother Nature was providing us with a cool shed. With thunder and lightning occurring across the sky, cool breeze was blowing and few leaves were falling down from the trees and it felt as if nature was blooming and growing in all directions and that nature would stand again protecting and giving us shelter with all its love, mercy, beauty and grace.

If you ever see a green tree, remember to be happy, cheering and always smiling.

Big and huge trees which are full of greenness remind me of our very ancient and old guardians who have sacrificed each and everything for us and still stand in guard for us.

If possible plant a sapling and watch it grow into a mature plant or tree.

Let the earth be green again.

blue ocean near trees and mountains photo



Mailing a letter.

Letter writing, letter posting are a thing of the past. Days have gone by and such is the situation that people hardly even read massages sent to them on mobile or on any social media network, now a days.

batch business close up envelopes

When I was a child, there used to be a spree of energy behind writing a letter. First of all the letter had to be written with grace, formalities and in proper grammar of the language in which it was written. Then came the subject of asking about of each and everyone’s health and well being in the letter.

One could then continue writing the main content of the letter and at the end of it wishing everyone good health and offering salutations, one could sign off.

There are two main points in writing a letter. Firstly, it has to be written on a clean and nice paper such as on a writing pad or on a clean A4 size paper. Then you had to post it in a clean and new envelope. Many people have the habit of posting letters in older envelopes by simply striking off the previous addresses or by pasting a new piece of paper over the older writings.

Sometimes what used to happen is, after writing the letter very carefully, envelopes couldn’t be found anywhere in the house. You could turn the whole house upside down, but do whatever you may, it still won’t be found.

Then on the way to the post office, you could buy an envelope right inside the post office. After finishing all this heavy loaded work, one had to stand in the magnanimous and overcrowded line of people. Then when your number came, you could post it by specifying the method in which you wanted to send your letter. Normal letters used to take atleast a week to reach the recipient so, we starting posting letters by using speed post, which would generally deliver within a day or two. Sometimes,we would send birthday cards to my maternal grandmother, by using a renowned courier service and the birthday card would reach her after two days later and in those days, the main point of availing courier service was that they would deliver it on time and safely, so they were a preferable mode for sending items or cards.

We had bought a bunch prepaid postcards and envelopes, wherein you could simply write the letter and post them in the post boxes which were placed outside the post offices or at some definite places in and around the city. Then came a time when you couldn’t directly post them into post boxes, as to send your letter earlier you had to register the post and you would be given a slip in return conforming your payment. Once, the que to get the letter registered was so long, that when our turn came, I was very grateful that God was merciful and we were able to get our letter registered and I broke into a dance, celebrating our success.

stamp collection

The lot of energy spent behind posting a letter and that era had nearly gone away. All that remains now are the memories, as there is no one left to whom we could post any letter or nor anyone left from whom we could receive a postage letter. The letter envelopes used to serve as a great source of collecting stamps. Sometimes heritage is all that remains, rest all is plain thin air floating in one’s mind as reminiscence of the good ol’ days.

After all LOL is the fave of all.

So I am signing out LOL!


P.S. LOL is laughing out loud.


White Rice with Strawberry Jam.

A plate of cooked rice with strawberry jam may not sound exciting,  but it very much is.

Long grained Basmati rice is perfect. Cook it in a pressure cooker and after the appropriate number of whistles blows from it, turn the gas off.

Take a frying pan and on it pour a bit of sunflower oil or vegetable oil. As the oil heats up, add a bit of mustard seeds and sauté them or light fry them for a minute or so.

Add the mustard seeds on the rice and serve the cooked white rice in a plate garnished with a bit of fine coriander leaves on the top. Sprinkle a pinch of salt on the rice, to add taste to it.

On the side of the plate, add a delicious amount of strawberry jam and with God’s grace and with a spoon in the right hand, eat the rice with the jam. The combination does go well together.

Its a simple preparation, requiring a lesser amount of fussiness and the plain soft coziness of the Basmati rice forges a beautiful friendship with the strawberry jam.

One of God’s own and rare recipes, yet very very much simple and unbelievable. Only those who have had it can know what it is.

Happy Eating!





Brimming Tea.


This beautiful and sunny morning, I placed the kettle on the stove and added all the ingredients i.e. sugar, milk powder, tea leaves and water to prepare our cups of tea, when I went and got the newspaper. Simply took a glance at the front page of the newspaper and went to check on the tea.

The tea was still calm and quiet, so I decided to prepare bread and butter with a bit of strawberry jam. The bread was lightly toasted by me and the butter was finely melted.

Tea had started boiling and its nice and fragrant aroma was dissipating all around the kitchen.

I started applying strawberry jam to the bread and in between, I ate a spoonful of it.

Steam was rushing out of the kettle’s nozzle and I reduced the gas, opened the kettle’s lid wherein the tea was brimming and boiling at the brim of the kettle. The sight of the brimming tea made me feel as a tea chef and pretending to be one, I poured the tea into three cups very much professionally.


Drinking the tea felt “uno momento” for us as the tea and the bread-butter-strawberry jam were felt and had in that moment.