My World

  Here is a twist to the normal French toast recipe. I know, I know, it sounds weird and it probably is. My brother said the same. “Whaaaa? Why, just why?” were his exact words to be precise. But the taste is worth trying for. You have this crunchy layer for this soft bread. Here is what you will need: 1 egg 3 tablespoons of milk Sugar to your liking ½ teaspoon of cinnamon powder ½ cup cornflakes Butter White sliced Bread This will only take about 10 minutes of your time and it is a very filling breakfast. Instructions: Take a bowl and crack in your egg. To your egg add in your 3 tablespoons of milk Add in your sugar to the mixture. Give it a good mix Pour in your cinnamon power there and give it another good mix. Crush up your cornflakes in a zip lock bag or just spread them out on a plate and crush them with the palm of your hands. Soak your bread into the egg mixture Set your pan on medium heat over the stove Put in a dab of butter there. Then take your s

  11:15 am She came on every day at 11: 15 am stationed at 97.6 FM. On normal days, I’d very much prefer the television over the radio, as would we all. I mean it is the age of digital and visual representation. But on that particular day, I tuned in on the radio. I could have the radio playing on the background while I did other stuff around the house. And as luck would have had it, I happened to tune in to this particular station. Her voice was soothing; that was the very first thing I noticed. It was like the calm after a storm; a voice that you would like to hear from that everything will be okay no matter how messed   up things are. I’m not even kidding: she could probably make the most profane of words sound gentle. It was the voice of an angel. ______________________________________________ ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­I began to tune in every day. I’d smile as she made small talk with her callers. You could visualize her eyes sparkling as she spoke about

  You know them; you’ve seen them lurking close, lurking around. They can just seem like the next person. But they’re not, because they’re watching you. Let me get one thing straight: watchers are not stalkers; absolutely not. Stalkers are not the same as watchers. Stalkers are creepy and well, it’s ethically and morally wrong. But, somewhere, watchers are even creepier because they could be anyone and everyone around you. You’d think you’ve got rid of the watchers when you don’t go out as often or don’t hang out with them as much. You’d think you’re free from the endless questions or judgmental stares when it has been ages you haven’t met them. You’d think you got away from the watchers because you’re thousands of miles away from them in another territory. You’d think you’re not entitled to answer to questions you don’t want to because well you don’t have to, and they’re not physically there. You’d think social media is your safe place where you can be yourself and you can pos

  The butterfly effect is one of the most fascinating theories for me because; it is so relatable and realistic. The idea is that a small motion, as small as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings can cause great impact in the afterward; initial conditions that exists all play a part in happenings that progress around us. The Butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system. The concept is imagined with a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a typhoon. Not that a single act like a butterfly flapping its wing can cause an entire typhoon or at least affecting the course of one. Small events, however, serve as catalysts that act on starting conditions. Nothing, it would seem is too small to have a profound impact on the world. Your small choices, your smallest decisions will affect the places you will go and the things you will do. Never mind that they have an entire movie based on this of the same name, whenever I think about the butterfl

  Here’s an easy peasy sandwich that you can make in mere minutes and it only requires a few ingredients, most of which you already have at home. It’s easy and it’s delicious. Here is what you will need 1 egg 2 tablespoons mayonnaise 1 tablespoon mustard Salt as per your taste Pepper as per you taste Green chili Bread And that’s it. The preparation time will take around 15 minutes and by the 16 minutes, you can be munching down on it. Instructions Boil your egg In a bowl mix your mayonnaise and mustard Sprinkle salt as your liking and the pepper too. Chop up some green chili. You can substitute for red chili pepper if you don’t have green chili or skip this step if you don’t like spicy food. You can instead, add some finely chopped coriander leaves. Just make sure they’re properly washed with filtered water. Add in the chilies to your bowl and give it a good mix. After your egg has boiled, put it in a bowl of ice water for a few minutes before you peel your egg.

  Hi there! I am a professional over thinker. Yes, nice to meet you, too. And yes, I know there is no such thing or a career as a professional over think but if there were, I know I would be one. I can almost hear my best friend Serina laughing out loud as she reads this, or I assume she is anyway. Overthinking is something I have told her against all these years and yet again, here I am. Hello, darkness, my old friend. You’d be surprised as to how easily and how conveniently over thinking pulls you into its grip; you’d almost think it’s subtle. But you know it’s there. Oh, it’s there alright. And no matter how much you know how wrong it is, you still can’t seem to help but fumble around it. It’s like that nostalgic memory you keep going back to. Have you ever found yourself in such a situation? The slightest tiff sends you off to this deep zone of thought bubbles where you have just barely popped one and another bigger one comes along. So, here’s a little tip from a

  The other day, we had gone up to the terrace to bring in the clothes that had been hung on the clothesline a while ago. I bundled up the clothes on the staircase and just sat down on the stairs near our puja room for a while because there was such a pleasant breeze and it was a really hot day. And just like that, I had this random memory. When I was small, we had rented the lower two floors of our house to a Korean family. We lived on the upper two floors, then. During Tihar, when there would be fireworks in the sky, my brothers would be lighting up fireworks like gamala and chakkar and rockets on our terrace, my mother would be in the small kitchen we had, that is now the puja room. My father would sit near the entrance of the terrace and I would sit on his lap and look at the fireworks in awe. Pleasant memories. And it made me think, this house has seen me grow up, it must hold a lot of stories of me, a lot of memories of me. And not only me, but my family. Many families move h

You’re probably thinking the title sounds filmy and I don’t blame you. The title is filmy. And so is the story. It started when my colleague was whining about her relationship. “What do I do? Do I give him another chance?” “That’s completely your decision to make.” I told her slowly. She sighed in frustration. “How do you know it’s over?” I smiled. “I’m not exactly the right person to answer that, now, am I?” “I just…..”she trailed off. “How about I tell you a story to answer that question?” “Okay. What’s the story about?” “My first love” She squealed in delight. “You’ve never told me that before.” I smirked. “Well, I am going to, now….” He lived across the road from us: 2 nd floor, the window to the right. It’s funny how even the most mundane, the most basic of things can seem so fascinating when done by the person you like. I never thought I would be one of those people, you know? Who would be curious to talk to someone just by their sight? But there was