Here is a lovely story I came across, A lovely story – Very Very Touching!!! This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE. How our expectations can be a mismatch if we are not ready to listen and understand.

My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him? And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right… It’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: “Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?”

He said: “I will give you your answer tomorrow…. ” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but….please allow me to explain the reasons further….. This first line was already breaking my heart.

I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand…and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die …”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. And as I continue reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms.

It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form … Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… AND THAT’S LIFE

Guys, are we still cribbing

I have been a mother to an angel of a daughter since the past 4 years…well almost, she turns four in the next two months!

It’s been a wonderful journey, and am looking forward to the years ahead as well. The best part is coming home to your kid to hug you tight which literally means ‘Mom, I missed you!’

It’s a learning experience every single day, the new stuff she learns in school, her voacabulary, breaking out into a sudden jig or her ways to talk, express and assure me at times when low thats shes right there for me, she potrays to be a big girl and responsible as well, which makes me wonder, ‘ Your only 4, Girl !’

Most of the times, being a mother also means testing your patience, and especially difficult for a person like me who lacks this virtue. A few months back I had started loosing my temper on my angel and at the spur of the moment I would yell at her or raise my hand not without a reason but for trifle matters which would make me angry, and later feel horribly guilty about it. A conversation with a friend made me realize the mistake I was doing. We are stressed with the situations that life brings to us on a daily basis, work, home, responsibilities, traffic snarls, end of the day reaching home to your demanding kids and home, all this tends to take a toll on our mental frame, but what about our little ones… whose world revolves around us, for the kid her parents are her universe and if we get angry at them or hit them, we also are teaching them to do the same thing with their friends and peers and shaping their personality in the wrong way. This thought really hit me and I try my level best to control myself and I did succeed a bit thou J Thank you my friend for showing me the right way !

Being a mother also makes you more responsible as an individual, before our babies arrive in this world, we are free birds, we can take off anytime for a movie, dinner, party or holidays without having to think twice, but being a mother you would think of the child and her schedule and the priorities suddenly change, the movie or dinner is no more important until the child has not slept or is settled, to make your plans for the day. Yeah most of the times the mother is famished earlier than the kid to make any more plans

Being responsible for your behavior and actions, every child watches their parents and are mirror images of their parents. The values, morals, habits we inculcate in our children (the earlier the better!!) will last them a lifetime and hopefully turn them into wonderful human beings, isn’t that each one of us as parents hope for?

Having babies is undoubtedly the best thing ever !! The most amazing and inexpressible feeling is the unspoken, unexpressed words that follow ……it’s Priceless !!

I have also accepted the fact I have grown not just in wisdom but in size as well

“There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t, and that’s a wife who can’t cook and will.”

I could easily be categorized as one of those few people who have the Golden Touch when it comes to the “Art of Cooking”. Anything I touch while preparing has to simply turn inedible!!! My only loyal fan who happily eats anything I dish out is my 3 year old daughter..God Bless her!! For friends who know me, can vouch for my culinary abilities. For our Fourth Anniversary I baked a simple sponge cake with all my love for the evening get together for the extended family, it turned out so awesome that we had to use a pestle to actually break..Oops “Cut” it and once “Cut” they resembled pebble stones!! That day and the next couple of years the kitchen and I had a diplomatic relationship, we didn’t mess around in each others territories. Though one thing I m pretty good at is the knowledge of cuisines and dishes and can easily fit into the shoes of being a food critic.

This was until the summer of 2009, when my reliable help just had to take his abrupt vacation to his “gaon” and without giving us a substitute, he vanished for a good two months!!! Imagine my helplessness, without any choices there; I ventured into the kitchen and Surprise Surprise…. The first day I dished out a simple dish and it turned out edible that everyone appreciated!!! I had some motivation for the second day and day by day it would turning out to be easier and I started experimenting and the experiments too turned out delectable!!!

So now I can proudly say that I m a decent cook and weather I have a helping hand, my family wouldn’t go hungry.

One of my favorite, easiest and nutritious recopies of all times.

Veg. Kathi Roll

250 gms Nutrela or Soya Granules soaked on hot water for 15 mins.
A handful of veggies like carrot & peas
3-4 onions
4 tomatoes
5 garlic pods
½ teaspoon garam masala
Salt as per taste

For the Roll
Normal flour dough
You can also make dough of maida and atta mix in the ration of 2:1

Recipe:
• Heat some a tablespoon of oil in a thick bottomed pan, once hot add the garlic and sauté until golden brown. Then add the onions and sauté until pink. Add tomatoes, salt, and the dry masalas. You can also add some ketchup for the tangy taste. Once this is cooked. Add the soya and let it cook on slow fire and cover it. Once done you can garnish with fresh green coriander and keep aside.
• Roll out the dough like a normal roti and cook it on a flat pan. You can also make them into bite sized rotis or make one large roti and then cut into in two or three halves as per your preference. This also makes for a filling evening snack.
• Once the roti is prepared, stuff it with the soya prepared and add some green chutney and think sliced onions. Roll it and eat it hot!! A filling accompaniment is a chilled ice tea or a hot soup!!! Enjoy your meal