A little LOVE can change it all

The old king with a cold heart, with his raven-black voodoo presence, turned every single Summer into dust. His kingdom was covered all over with rust. “Adjust!” kingsmen ordered the people. . “Fear chokes me, makes me feel like I’m dead, as dead as one can be”, cried a wretched fellow. He was one among hundreds of hungry, scared, nearly-dead people fleeing from a…

Baked Butter-Lemon Salmon

  Lemons. The taste is as bold as the brightly blazed blue Nile beneath a Harvest-Moon night. The look is as lovely, glittery and gorgeous as your fondest gold jewelry. The scent is intense, soft and soothing as the Salvation granted by God on the Judgement Day. . Just a little squeeze of lemon can change it all. Blunt Carrot Soup bowl turns into…

Fish Fry

. When whispering rainy days spill beauty like crystal confetti, rural people of beautiful Bangladesh dance tippy-toes between raindrops. To catch fish from seven hundred shimmering, sparkling, rigorous rivers. To pan-fry glistening, freshly caught fish; tender, gently spiced, gorgeously rich timeless taste. They worship a happy dish like fried fish in their cold, blue, lonely, chilly days. Their damsels make this deliriously euphoric soul-food…

Pan-Fried Fish: The Healer of Hearts

Just a few excellent, exhilarating ingredients – condensed into a cohesion, could make an exuberant, ecstatic, fantastic dish; one worthy of worshiping. It is easy to achieve and summon such absurdly beautiful brightness, if the method is properly executed, spices carefully and lovingly cooked. This is a velvety light, love-driven, decadent, and turmeric-chili-salt-pepper covered enchanting endeavor, best served on a scoop of steamed rice…

Shrimp Curry

There is this humongous mysterious misty Eucalyptus filled jungle standing tall between civilized world and the habitat of savages. A jungle so immeasurably dense that the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose. Darkness and densness consumed all the greens and golden rays of the sun. They say the sun never blazes over there and the moon is always curled up in darkness…

Crossing Jamuna

Exciting events are not supposed to happen in small towns, in the kingdom of 15 year old girls … who are often caged and curtained by a male chauvinist society. It was a peaceful, twilight late night and I was sitting on a boat crossing Jamuna with some friends. There was a beautiful emptiness, moments of stillness, silence all across that apparently lawless, rowdy,…

The Marchant of Happiness

Sending some love, hugs and sugar cubes to sweetheart  http://lillysuesbitesandbrews.com/  and darling http://fae-magazine.com/ for nominating me on Liebster Blog Award. Thank you and I accept the award with honor and pleasure. Rules: 1. Thank and link to the blogger who gave you the award. 2. Copy and paste the award in your post. 3. Pick 5 other blogs with less than 200 followers to…

Symphony of Shrimp & Soup

That eighteen hour long journey chocked me like death ! Billions of nightmarish thoughts have been creeping across my heart for the last eighteen hours ! Pursuing higher education in an alien country where I have NOBODY was an ignorant, douche-like decision. (didn’t listen to Mom as I was adult enough to make all the horrible decisions I want). Now my over-zealous self will…

Shrimp Malaikari (Shrimp in Creamy Coconut Gravy)

Grandma is getting old. I have lost touch with almost all of my cousins. My lost-soul-swimming-in-a-fish-bowl kept on adding bricks to the walls of my own cage. Sounds stupid but yes, I cry over, mourn over those long lost hang-outs and hullabaloos and soul-food at Grandma’s shrine. . “There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”  ― George Bernard Shaw, Man and…