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I walk past a restaurantMy feet pause as my eyes snagOn a pale-yellow 3D triangleWith a crusty base andA soft looking cake.
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As promised, I’m going to write odes to food items that I love for #BlogchatterFoodFest and today’s ode is dedicated to arhar ki daal. For those uninitiated into daal lore, this is also called as toor daal or lentil soup, if you will. I have no idea why daals are called soup because the only…
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Okay, so, I’m obsessed with food. I love food, I love eating and I love talking about food and eating. Since #BlogchatterFoodFest is all about celebrating food, I thought this year, I’ll write odes to some of my favourite food items. Starting with: nariyal ki barfi.
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It’s good to know that not all books coming out of Japan are based on bookstores or have cats on their covers! Jokes apart, I picked up Diary of a Void by Emi Yogi (translated by David Boyd and Lucy North) because of its very unique premise: a woman faking a pregnancy because she is…
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I have become a nonfiction fiend – something I had never imagined I would say about myself. But I love that my greatest flex as a reader is I can read just about anything. Reading nonfiction books has opened an interesting dimension to my reading and I cannot wait to explore more books in this…
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The inside of the room looks like a cave. There is a lake in the middle which is giving out an eerie blue-white light. On the ceiling, there are quartz stones in the form of daggers. Despite knowing that the water is poisonous, Ramshackle is drawn to it. As soon as its toe dips into…
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The new moon is like any other night. Ramshackle and Kilney are disappointed. They were expecting the night to feel more momentous. Was it too much to ask for unseasonal rain? A windy night? A spooky atmosphere?
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