Curls

Red

Colors give me great joy. The allure of a painting, bliss of a garden, warmth of yarn, softness of fabric, and amongst all of these the absolute cosmic dance of colors. I end up shopping for things just because the colors attract me. I want to own them, these colors, embrace their vigor, imbibe their depths, and savor their texture. I want to be one with colors.

I find colors alluring in food, too, the best derived from natural ingredients. The gold of turmeric, the dust of cocoa, the verdant leaves, the mauve – tender in a turnip, mature in an onion, the royal purple of a brinjal, the rust of cinnamon, pristine coconut, orange hues – the list is infinite. Nature offers us a platter enhanced by a burst of colors. While most colors dissolve and merge into each other, releasing nutrients and flavor, I feel the one color the grows richer and more vibrant when cooked, is the luscious red of beetroot. I think cocoa comes second in this list of colors that become richer when cooked.

I love cooking with beetroot, not because I like the vegetable but because it teases me with colors more intense than passion. Cooking beetroot gives me pleasure. It makes me swoon. It makes me experiment.

Beetroot Puris
Beetroot Puris

While savory dishes of beetroot come out great, it’s true colors, deep and sensuous are revealed in sweet dishes. This Saturday, I made too heavenly dishes with beetroot, for the sweet tooth. Sharing the joy of Red!

Beetroot coconut ladoos
Beetroot Coconut Ladoos
Beetroot halwa
Rich Beetroot Halwa

What you sow…

Like many urban dwellers across India, living in gated communities, with small balconies as their only windows to a locked down world, even I took to container gardening this summer. I experimented with sowing various seeds and mostly faced disappointment. When young shoots would die or not appear at all, I would eventually use the container or flower pot to plant another round of seeds.

Tomato flowers

When the time is ripe, plants find their roots and the stems sparkle with joy. My tomato plant is finally flowering. But I found it to be strange, even funny, because I had sown Daisy seeds in this pot. I was eagerly waiting for bright white blooms but here I have tiny bell-shaped flowers. Still beautiful, still loved, wondering now if flowers will turn to fruits!

So, sometimes, you may not end up reaping what you think you have sown, because there is buried past karma, too, lingering in the depths! Such, is the life lesson from a little bloom in my container garden.

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

Hot Chocolate

Empty Nest

When they scream
In your head
Distant nightmares
Dancing with the shadows
In cerebral crevices
The eyes glaze over
In reminiscent darkness
Pleasures that were joy once
Now howling of loneliness
Sometimes a smile
Now a frown on chapped lips

Empty Nest #1 – A poem in 13 words

Lounging in the winter glow
Unravelling ragged sweaters
Darned with memories of yore!

Empty Nest #2

When they scream
In your head
Distant nightmares
Dancing with the shadows
In cerebral crevices
The eyes glaze over
In reminiscent darkness
Pleasures that were joy once
Now howling of loneliness
Sometimes a smile
Now a frown on chapped lips

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