Wander Bay

Very recently, I went on a houseboat at Alappey with my handsome bestie.  The journey was calm, much needed in dosage and the experience was sweet and serene. water, boats, daily life, bridges, kettuvalloms, canals, trees, glorious food tasting, awing at the size of lobsters, wading ducks, rowing a boat, paddy fields and the calm punnamada lake. look ahead the tattered bridge. slightly different, the angle. fancy them skies house. boat and trees pazhampori (banana fritters) and tea. life's this way just get into my mouth already, sexy! This was all mine safely, because my company was a fraud mallu boy sauted and boiled veggies. just good. cabbage sabji a little kitty awes at the fishes she might get her luck on! daily life | kuttanad. Punnamada lake and houseboats was much needed. I also waded through the water on a small boat, rowing across the vast 'kaayal' (lake), sheepishly looking at the life outside...

Let's just say, I have been someone who never believed in the word called love. Don't get me wrong, as the manifestations of love and its forms are multiple, and that I know and reckon that -- like the love between a daughter and her parents, the love that exists between two sisters or siblings, friends and relatives and the like. But although all that, I wasn't still sure of the love between a man and a woman that the advertising companies exploit so much and feed on, that the deo, greeting card, diamond, cake companies, archies and 'you name it' thrive on. It was an absurdity to me - falling in love with a man; a man who I can proudly call mine. And myself, his. As many around me, committed and bonded, spoke of their better halves in pink words or as I saw, PDAs in full throttle on roads and parks, I had still no hopes whatsoever, that my better half did exist. And sooner, may be violins did start sounding in the background, along with saxophones as sta...

Some extra effort has been put on at work these days. And that effort is growing on me. This realization dawned to me as I sat in a junk pizza place munching one of those cheesy bastards, hot and nice with mushrooms on it, waiting for a friend. It occurs to me that we, literally, throughout our lives, live celebrating our food. I am not someone who instagrams my food the moment I set my eyes on it, but I do click the food that actually makes a difference to me at a particular instance. For example, if I am tired, I cook some lemon rice with some mint chutney and since at that moment it is my comfort food, I record it in my phone, don't post it anywhere. Or if I am on a train and as hungry as a mad dog, I click those parippvadas just because they gave me my piece of pleasure I so wanted. Record to remind. So, now I added instagram filters to my food-photos and man do they look nice! I just rummaged through my phone and I find that I have tons of such Food pictures! Shar...