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  “ Breakfast is everything, the beginning, the first thing, the mouthful that is the commitment to a new day.” A.A. Gill.   Breakfast is the first meal of the day. When you eat breakfast, you break a fast. Your last meal was the previous night. Some prefer a light breakfast while others prefer going by the age-old adage “breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a pauper”. What would you find on my breakfast plate?  I must have breakfast or my day is just not done.   ·        Idli or dosa – Idli is quite a favourite of mine. Scrumptious idlis dunked in a hot steaming bowl of sambhar, or liberally smeared with podi and ghee is what appeals to my palate. A wet chutney goes equally well.Some days see me devouring crispy dosas with some lip –smacking chutney.   ·        Overnight oats – That’s my sweet start to the day. Steel cut oats, soaked overnight and then blended...

  Festivals   It’s that time of the year When festive chimes ring loud and clear There’s magic in the air Laughter and love are everywhere.   Cherished traditions adhered to Clothes, brand new and of every hue Decorations so pretty, lights so bright Oh! What a wondrous sight Folk send out wishes For peace and prosperity.   Sweets and other culinary delights To tickle your palate You take more than just one bite Forgetting about inches, weight and height.   Festivals are fun There’s also song and dance To cheer everyone.   So tap your feet Partake of every treat Let joy and unity  Be your beat Talk to the One above Thank him for his generosity and love.  Image credi t:  Pixabay          

    It was in college as freshers that Deepa and Anjali first met.Anjali was being teased by some seniors and Deepa came to her rescue asking that Anjali be left alone.  Then they found themselves sitting next to each other in a crowded classroom. Deepa, the bolder of the two, smiled and asked, “Hi, what’s your name?”. There was no turning back. From long chats in the canteen, and even longer chats on the phone to sleepovers, shopping expeditions, and discussing movies, books and clothes Deepa and Anjali became inseparable. The years flew by. Deepa began working for a bank in another city, while Anjali secured employment in a bank in the same city.   “I’m getting married”, Deepa yelled into the phone, one day.  “That’s great,” Anjali yelled back. “Congratulations! When is the big day?” Deepa had confided in Anjali about her blossoming romance with Ashok. “It’s in two months. Mark the date on your calendar.” “I will, I will,” said Anjali excitedly. ...