FOOD FOR THE SOUL

I've never done a food post in my life. Felt like doing one today as i do not want this juicy beauties to go undocumented and mostly I'm a sucker for my own traditional no-fuss food or the food that i grew up eating. I've always wanted to experiment with local cuisines and improvise ideas on a new flavor but time is such a constraint. There are only few things that one can actually do in ones lifetime.  Anyway,s I've specifically prepared each of these items myself and they are what you call a typical  authentic Himalayan cuisine.

There's shredded buff fry on the corner with some mixed vegetables topped with traditional cheese which is famously called churpi in my region. My favourite item being the tamarillo paste with the cherry lookalike pickle famously known as dallae khorsani.

i would have chosen white rice any given day but brown rice makes me feel less guilty so there it is

yummy in my tummy

ricocheting

I live in my own little world…

Sometimes, it's passionately chaotic,

Sometimes the pattern of boredom swivels me

Many times, the milieu of repetitive nature of life

hits me rock-bottom.

I look around me and feel so grateful for the life I lead.

I take a step ahead and feel so spiteful for the way things have got to be.

There is a terrible confusion that engulfs me,

I look at the simple minds around me and envy their absorption toward life.

Vehemently sure about the choices they are making and path they are leading

Oh Smrii, you read Plath for all the wrong reasons,

You don’t really wanna be the passionate, fragmentary girl. Do you?

Perhaps, if I had only known myself a little better

I wouldn’t ricochet between the perhaps and maybes.

Perhaps, if only my ever questioning, contradictory mind were to be stable

I would lead a more certain life.

Perhaps, if I could only have a strong want for something,

I would live a more fulfilling life working hard to get that.

But would I really want to break free from the freedom’ of not wanting anything?