The world 'is' because 'I' feel it!

Our bond is strong and has nurtured enduring all. We have reached that level, where words don’t matter, and expressions and silence says it all. A bond which is forever- a bond so strong, You are one of my strongest  supports of all. Our friendship is over a decade old, but our concerns for each other never halts. Your achievements are my very own and your problem(s) consume me through. No matter how far we are or how less we talk, we have been there for each other and there are countless incidents which proves it all. You know me through and through, and my doubts are nothing new to you. The missing pieces of my life are found by you. A friend, a confidante, a source of endless support... I don’t know how to comprehend such gestures- which you offer. You are to me the most precious of all. Our friendship is extraordinary which rests on something strong. Making us the best companions and   dear mates-- who are the perfect  ‘soulmates’. A mate for life,

For some, running is life, passion, motivation, therapy or test. But for me running proved to be a teacher! It taught me a lesson which I had failed to comprehend in my life, earlier.  My maiden half marathon was indeed an eye opening experience. It not only helped me reflect on myself, but also helped me explore some important things in life, that we tend to ignore. A test of endurance persistent and self, running has more to it. Long distance running, I can easily say resembles ‘life’- which we live. The start of the race would reflect the birth and the younger years of a human, depicting energy and impatience, with throbbing urge to run past everyone and reach the goal, lest realising that the journey is long and one needs to show patience and consistency. The youth depicts the middle of the race, where your body heats up and adjusts to the run. You ignore the little signs of wear and tear, and push yourself to keep pace with the run. Ignoring the aches in your body- aggravating w

In the beginning everything is raw, the condiments seem strange and everything seems flawed. Step by step, you deal with the spices- heating, churning, grating it together; to bring out the required taste to suit your sense(s). A dash of spices mixed with something sweet, a blend  conflicting in nature brings out the bold streak. A little bit hot, a little bit cold, teasing your senses but satisfying you whole. Heating with perfection, where every step needs utmost care and consideration, Anything more or less can hamper the taste, overcooking can assault the dish's fate. The fragmented ingredient now become a meaningful paste (masala), The final stage is about adding everything together and consummating the items, blending it to complete perfection. Cooking is an art, which reflects so much about life. Where passions, care, techniques, understandings and timings suggests you 'treat' everything right. The fusion in the dishes, marks the fusions in li