Sticky note gift tag

Christmas preps have begun at home . It’s probably a little too early , but we are a BIG family with lots of presents to shop for and wrap . Tried this easy sticky note gift tag and quite liked it 🙂 IMG_5664


Kashmiri wazwan in Bombay

I still remember how excited I was when I travelled to Kashmir ten years ago . It was my first trip to the valley and I had some great company too . Apart from spending a night on a houseboat , I was also very keen to taste the much talked about wazwan – a multi course feast . Unfortunately, a few hours before we were scheduled to experience this culinary delight, I lost my camera and it left me devastated . I was angry with myself for having been so careless and decided to stayed put in my room . The next day we were travlleing back to Bombay and that’s how I missed my chance of tasting an authentic wazwan.

Two weeks ago , as I entered Poush , a Kashmiri themed restaurant in Bombay , I knew what I was going to be ordering – wazwan 🙂

We opted for the half trammi for two and thank heavens it was a very late lunch cause one has to be super hungry to finish all that food !



We were first served a heap of rice with methi maaz ( mutton flavoured with fenugreek) , seekh kebab , nadier palak tikki ( spinach and lotus stem cutlets …super yum ) , kabargah ( lamb ribs cooked in milk with spices and ghee) and fried chicken .

Then came these ….


Roti with Rogan josh ( how I love this curry !  ) , rista ( it said meat ball curry but there was a seekh kebab in the curry instead ) , nadier palak ( lotus stem  and spinach curry … something about this combination just works for me ..heavenly ) , safed kokur ( white chicken curry ) , and rajma ( kidney beans in a red thick curry ) .  So many meat dishes in one meal , unlike most thalis I’ve enjoyed across the country . Every curry was perfectly balanced .


Then came the dessert , phirni ( rice pudding ), which was absolutely melt in the mouth 🙂


The meal ended with  kahwah ( mildly spiced green tea with saffron and almonds ) . Our senses ,that had rock and rolled to the different flavours , now did a slow waltz with each sip and finally it was time to get out of our shikara ( boat setting …yes that’s the bonus ) and head home .

Poush , the name of the restaurant , comes from the  saffron flower that blooms in the Kashmir valley . Am glad this one bloomed in Bombay !


Cannon like fruits on this tree inside the Jijamata Udyan, Byculla
A flower of the cannonball tree spotted a few months ago in Aarey Colony

The cannonball tree is quirky with its smelly fruit and scented flowers. A few months ago I saw one with inviting flowers and more recently I spotted another tree laden with fruits ready to explode.  Bizzare but beautiful !

You too ?

Of all that you’ve given me

That moment will always stay

when you struck me ,

my heart you wrenched

and the pain won’t go away.

That little hand I used to hold ,

When I taught you how to write ,

demolished in that moment ,

my dignity and my pride .

Your grudge is that I keep loving

the ones who have wronged me

But I am not you , I must admit,

I forgive quite easily .

Being merciful is weak you say

You’ve called me so many names

While you’re hurt with the pain they’ve inflicted on me

You’ve gone ahead and done the same .


She sat there with the unopened present in front of her . How could he leave without meeting her  ? Had he not received her letters ? She rushed to the main door, hoping to catch up but it was too late . She had specifically written about wanting to give him something special when he came over .  As she carefully hid the small box of sweets she had hoped he would like , she mumbled ,” I hope you’re not so busy next year, Santa . Merry Christmas .”

Sunday stroll, solitude and a song

As I enjoyed my walk this evening in the garden and clicked a few flowers ,  a song kept playing in my head . Eric Clapton’s “You look wonderful tonight” just fit the ambience perfectly 🙂 Nature did put on some make up and looked wonderful. She always does .

It’s late in the evening; she’s wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me, Do I look all right?
And I say, “Yes, you look wonderful tonight



For better or worse ?

Looking into the mirror , she knew it hadn’t  gone the way they had intended it to . He had made a mess out of her. Tears rolled down as she stared at her lopsided face . He had promised to make her feel better about herself but there she was , struggling to smile and feeling cheated . As she wiped her tears , she knew she’d never see the cosmetic surgeon again .


Mother told her it was all ok and she could finally see him . She stared at the stitches all over his body and began sobbing.  Hugging her mother , she wept , then turned and kissed him . She looked exhausted from all the wailing and shattered that her dog had torn apart her favourite teddy .  Playful Bruno had innocently broken her heart .