WHAT IF THERE WAS NO MOON.

I am generally not given much to social pleasures. More reserved than gregarious, I have my own store house loaded with my idiosyncrasies. I have always been advised my friends and multitude to keep on writing, no matter what it is. So, I decided to take it seriously. Apart from my poems and articles. I took to my diary. Well..........advises just flowed in… and so were applauds of sticking up to it. Till one day, I was told to write what happens if there was no moon........It’s been years since I last thought of such zany a topic. Last time I did....was for extempore in my school, all weird topics - my forte. So, the idea caught my attention. It made me feel young....and somehow mind boggling. So, as I wanted to think what it would be like My thoughts congealed. May be I wouldn’t have been able to write. May be I wouldn’t be me. The night would not have been so beautiful, the thoughts never so intense and the dreams would have been charred in the scorching heat. Who would nurture the visions? Who would accompany the stars? Who would be with me in my loneliest of times? Scary enough it seems. My entire gamut of thoughts seemed somehow linked to the queen of the night. In all her beauty, she was majestic. More than a simple moon. Slowly, silently , walked the moon………….

THE PIZZA MAKER

having a working mom, has its own pro and cons. we were happy. i remember back in our childhood, we were abslolutely shunned form the kitchen. but , our urgency of tastebuds at times took us to that forbidden space. our forte was within maggi and omlette , thats all we could try and then obviously the major task of cleaning up, the enire mission being under tight lipped secrecy. that was fun!! years later , the secrecy was gone. we could walk in and out, but did not much about cooking.till....... i was in my hostel , where the food served was so unworthy , that even the left overs which was most of it, were even refused by stray dogs. the reason being , that most of the girls did their own cooking? well , yes..alll experts in the culnary art. and here i was only maggi and omlette! survival became a issue. so, though i managed to gulp down whtever i got , after a while it bacame too strainuos.so , i decided to try my hands at cooking. lessons all via phone from home.a few utensils , jus very basic and turned my only holiday into my cooking practise day. achievement-fair enough. started with just rice and vegies all cut in various sizes and shapes went along with it. but tasted yum....well...because i cooked it and also was a big relief from the horrible food. the triump was also celebrated over phones. i graduated in cooking along with my studies...with lectures on cooking from my expert friends and my endless trials...i ended up being a master chef. cooking every dish on earth i could imagine and doing it faster than the time thinkable. that became my speciality. i had my own recipes to cook faster, and invited friends to indulge in my newly acquired degree. till date, i still am on my way to add final touches to my skills learnt back in hostel. and with yesterday ...have turned into a profesional pizza maker it seems. one after the other and stunningly yum!!! the journey continues......any assistants?