19-07-2022
The rains are still coming but there is a change. It is not pouring like it had. There are sunny moments, suddenly dark clouds gather and the rain is enough to drench anyone to the skin. I was stitching upstairs and saw dark clouds approaching. They looked fascinating. Yesterday morning was bright and sunny. Afternoon we started out, my husband to the library, Aravind to his college after lunch and I to Asare. We were getting ready and it started pouring 😊. But we went. Later in the evening we started out for our evening walk to Endpoint. It started raining when we reached halfway 😊. We had umbrellas but we turned back. The small rain harvested lake was full and looked beautiful. And when we reached the main road, we saw the rainbow. Like us, others too were standing and watching it. Rainbows are something to smile about 😊.
The railway station and the tracks are about a kilometre away. My father worked in the Indian Railways and trains were an important part of our lives. The rains have cleared the air and the sound of trains rushing by is loud and clear mornings and the evenings. They are music to my ear because they bring memories of childhood. Sadje’s photo made me think that there is always music behind most things in life. We just have to understand and realise it.
Radhika had plucked five jackfruits. We had kept two for ripening but they spoilt. But at least we got three 😊. I have kept a box full in the freezer, to make dosas, after the season is over 😊. Yesterday I made tomato pickles. I am reading about the history of Indian food. The names of many dishes which have been a part of the lives of the people of our country for centuries have been mentioned. I searched in the internet for their recipes and came across many interesting ones. Today I made a rice and Bengal dal preparation called Qubooli. In most recipes I take the ingredients and cook in the way convenient to me. We liked the preparation.
On the 16th was our grandson, Advaith’s ninth birthday 😊. How time flies! That day we attended the house warming ceremony of my husband’s cousin. On the 14th we went to the heart of our town, Lord Krishna’s temple. We bought an idol of Lord Krishna for the cousin. Normally there are so many devotees waiting in a queue to go inside the temple. But that day there was hardly anyone. We went in and offered prayers and felt happy.
Tomato Pickle Recipe | Instant Thakkali Thokku | Tomato Garlic Achaar (hebbarskitchen.com)
How to make The Best Hyderabai Qubooli Recipe
K.T Achaya’s food history – The Hindu https://www.thehindu.com/books/kt-achayas-food-history/article…
Mukhamani 
It’s raining here too on alternative days. Lovely memories of your childhood. Thanks a lot for linking WDYS to your post Lakshmi. You’re right there is a music in everything, if only we stop and listen.
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Rainbows are definitely something to smile about. We always look for one after a rainstorm. I think the history of food and especially dishes of a particular region is quite interesting. I also agree that music is all around us if we are open to it.
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I always enjoy and feel calmed by your writing. There is so much appreciation of simple moments. And thank you for the recipes!
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It always feels like a blessing to see a rainbow!
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Thanks for sharing the recipes! I’m glad I stopped by to read your post; your writing about everyday moments always bring me a sense of peace.
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What I like in your posts is you relate your life with precision and so we can have a glance on the Indian life.
And I like : ” there are always music behind all things in life ” yes but a diversified music acccording the circumstances of our life : joyful or not.
Love ❤
Michel
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You are so right about Advaith’s ninth birthday. It does not seem nineyears since he came into the world.
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I enjoy the history of foods as I have mentioned before. The United States is an interesting place to study foods since it has been influenced from such different sources as the indigenous people, the slaves, and immigrants from around the world. Each brought dishes we now think of as “American.”
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Greetings. I think you are right when you say “there is always music behind most things in life.” I never really had thought about that before, Music may be hidden and not audible, but its vibrations exist.
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