An attempt out of nostalgia

There are some delicacies which give me intense nostalgia about my childhood days. "Peda"(an indian sweet) is one among them. There was a small dairy shop somewhere near to my house that used to sell immensely delicious pedas. How much I used to drool over them!!..Haa...can still feel my mouth watering :P. I've had pedas from a hell lot of other places, but I swear, nothing could beat those yummy yummy ones of that teeny-weeny dairy shop. Unfortunately tht shop was shutdown long back and since then my cravings for such scrumptious pedas have remained unquenched. 

Till an year back, according to me, cooking was an art or an innate skill which could be mastered by only a few. I considered it as the terrible of all, when, out of helpnessness, I had to plunge into the world of cooking and recipes.But, like most of my thoughts, this also turned out to be a misconception when I started realizing that cooking ain't any rocket science and that with a little diligence and patience, this also becomes an interesting task ( especially when what you cook comes out well). So coming back to Pedas, recently I happened to stumble upon a recipe for pedas which I found to be really effortless. And its because of its easiness, that I decided to give it a try. 

Here's the recipe that I followed http://showmethecurry.com/2007/11/05/peda-indian-sweet/ and here's the output

This might be the most easiest of all the peda recipes and trust me, its more than "tooooo gud".

P.S :- Kindly bear with the not soo gud photography of mine :P

The Perfect Stranger

What I'm going to write may sound ridiculous or fictitious to anyone, but is what I truly experienced.

3years ago, I was in Chennai for a few months to be with my brother. One fine afternoon, I was on my way back, strolling to the bus-stop, after visiting few of my cousins who were staying in and around Adayar. The Adayar road was busy and occupied as usual, basking in the scorching sun. All of a sudden, as if out of the blue, a guy came panicking, in front of me. He appeared to be scared of something (not something, it was "me" only which I realized later),shocked, flabbergasted- all at the same time. The rest of the conversation goes like this..

He(with trembling voice): This is unbelievable..I mean how is this possible..

Me: Excuse me?? Are you sure you are talking to the right person?

He: I don't know..but are you from Kerala?

Me: But how will that bother you?

He: I don't know how to make you understand, but you'll have to believe me if I say that I had a friend Priya, who met with a train accident 6 months ago and passed away and...

Me: And she looked exactly like me, is it?

He( with wide-eyes): Yeah but how do you know. Do you have any sister/relative by this name?She was from Cochin and was my batch mate in Cochin University .

 

It sounded so silly and insensible to me that I could hardly hold in giggling, but felt embarrassed when I again looked at his face. He was still staring at me, startled, as if in a reverie. I couldn't withstand this anymore and told him that I do not have any sister or even distant relative by this name and started moving. I could hear him faltering words which I couldn't make out becoz of the vroom of the automobiles. I kept walking speedily until I reached the bus-stop. When I turned back, he wasn't there anywhere.

I have not seen him before or after that incident and may not be able to recognize even if we meet face-to-face. The only thing I noticed about him amidst all that chaos was that he was wearing a Wipro ID card. I was sheepish enough to not even notice the name on it. The whole incident jolted my mind for the next few days, though I tried to perceive it as a made-up story. But if so, then what baffles me is that there were many other people on the road and why did he have to choose me particularly? Even now when I think about it, that guy's terrified and spiky looks haunt me, leaving me dubious and curious about a girl with my face whom I've  never known or met.