Two weeks ago, I got to eat this wonderful meal here, with my good friend, C. In a line, the future is so bright, I have to wear shades.
Thanks, G. For all the opportunities. Good friends who welcome us into their homes (with hardly a notice).
And this, a view of a booming city and many more breakfasts of champions.
grateful slice: good friends and the future
“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.” – John Dee , in SANDMAN #6:“24 Hours”
Sometimes it takes another trip to a completely different but familiar place, and for some time to pass, to wedge the distance necessary to write about the experience of other people’s culture, space and rituals unfamiliar. This is what I have been telling myself the past two weeks upon arriving from India, of course. Needless to say, Mumbai’s intensity left me breathless and overflowing with rainbow colored stories and tastes, I wrote at length about the futility of knowing where or how to begin while I was still there. So I let my photos speak for me, swirling then in the ennui of leaving for the second time. I’ve been home for awhile now though, and so far, I’ve worn my kurtas and my bangles, rings, told many stories, gave away my presents and uploaded a thousand pictures, and have gone to the beach and back. But still no three part post.
And just like the overzealous disclosure of a lucid dream, the specific details and the emotions and the logic, even the order of events, are slowly slipping away with every imperfect description, inadequate word said, and funny tale told. Which brings me here…EAT! Finally, the first installment of my three-part India post because I am deathly afraid of forgetting. So, here goes…
Let me begin by saying, OMG, I love Indian food. Full stop.
Anything anyone suggested I try or quickly pop into my mouth, I willingly did, without hesitation or remorse. I loved how chicken tikka and palak paneer melted as I ate one spoonful after another, loved how chana’s textures and flavors exploded in perfect harmony leaving my palette never the same again, and appreciated how warm naan with a bazillion different dips and sauces in little containers to choose from something that suited my eating style. All my hosts and hostesses, whether in Ahmedabad or Mumbai, would watch me furtively at first, each time I stuffed myself with whatever they gave me but all anxiety disappeared as I oohed and aahed at the different flavors assaulting and devirginizing my taste buds. I told myself that my “diet” would need to take a backseat and start when I got home because there was no way I was going to deprive myself of the food ecstasy extravaganza. Thinking about it now, I have absolutely no regrets, even if I had to be bikini clad just a week upon my return. Fact is, I lost like four pounds even if I thought I had gained yes, a bazillion. Please don’t ask me how that happened because I ate everything I could while I was in India. Must be G’s grace. LOL.
Anyway, I did have a couple of things going for me from the get go which made me an easy India foodie, 1. I am an adventurous eater, 2. Except, I don’t eat red meat or pork, 3. I love spicy food. I am also very good at listening to locals’ advice regarding street food, so I waited until my last day (with Kinneri in Juhu Beach) to try some. Again, no regrets and no infamous India tummy ache soon after or the next day.
Wow. Right now, I am longing for the many choices, the different smells and the firecracker flavors. Since coming home though, I’ve had every single meal made more spicy than usual or just made spicy even if it’s not meant to be. 🙂 I do miss a lot of things about India and the food and surprise attack flavors, some of the most. 🙂 Of course, I also miss eating out with my sis, Sacha, having tea and comparing photos with her at the end of a long day, and gushing about just how lucky we both are. Boy, would I kill for half a serving of kulfi right now. Think you can do something about that, G?
Anyway, enjoy the food snaps. There are plenty to make your mouth water and lips smack.
Drooling is allowed.
Until part two, friends: India 2.0 Pray (2/3), have an amazing day full of gratitude and love love love.
grateful slice: Indian food, the nature of dreams and cliches like, ‘Better late than Never.”
Sometimes she feels like an onion being peeled by expert Hands. No, not a butterfly mid-metamorphosis, but a big violet onion. As each layer is peeled away, she becomes less purple and more lilac. That’s not too bad, she thinks to herself, as she lets go of many things she knows. Deep down, there’s still some shade of violet in her.
Each thin layer removed, reveals more thin layers. She has a way to go, it is true, even if there’s so much of her already spread all over the kitchen floor. She realizes it’s the nature of the beast, this situation of changing skin.
There was joy at times, when the revelations came. Look ma, no tears and it felt like it had always meant to feel that great.
Other times, tears flowed as the layers of skin came off. The fumes stung her eyes and the truth hit her heart. That can’t be wrong, she thought, as she wept away the pain.
Still, other questions with the same spirit plague her heart as she watches more and more of the purple and translucent layers come off. Some revelations she willingly accepts, others she needs some time to stomach, then face because the past can be cruel and it doesn’t lie.
She patiently waits though. She is convinced the joy will come back again.
It always comes back. That’s the promise.
For today she soldiers on, layer after layer.
She wonders what she will find at the core of it all,
if she hasn’t already found what she’s looking for.
grateful slice: patience and the seasons
Sunday Jazz Brunch at M Cafe. My favorite haunt. On my favorite day. With my favorite couple.
I am totally psyched to welcome 2010. While 2009 was a year of wake up calls, I am convinced 2010 will be about balance and breakthroughs. So, hell-O 2010! Bring it!
I have to say this christmas vacation has been pretty great. S and I took our time, used the steam room after working out, had impromptu spa sessions (facials are the best!) For the first time in a long time, I actually felt the break. I feel rested. rejuvenated. renewed. From running or swimming and doing core exercises everyday to relishing gorgeous days and the company of friends, I wouldn’t have ended the year any other way.
Some resolutions for 2010.
1. Moisturize and hydrate
2. Less TV and more Reading
3. Write, pray and have quiet time everyday
4. Exercise and eat well (no more senseless overworking)
5. Think less, appreciate more
My heart is renewed and full as I bid 2009 farewell. I can’t wait. For the new year to begin. So, begin already 2010! 🙂
grateful slice: the happy new year!