Monthly Archives: July 2012

Adieus Amigos

While the bags and baggages are all packed, the kids ready and excited to board the flight, I already feel butterflies in my tummy !!

Strange it is,I am not new to flying, still every time I have to endure this phase of anxiety and eagerness before the flight takes off (and lands too !!)

Only if vacations could be fun in India (yea, I am not cribbing 😛 )

While the little ones have been busy ticking off the dates in their calender, counting the days left to meet their grandparents after one long year, it amazes me, how living away only makes us grow fonder of each other 🙂

With no internet access out there, blogging would be just out of the question for almost a month or two; and I would madly miss it. It is always fun to connect to lovely friends on  blogosphere, sharing and interacting everyday.

I take your leave with a wonderful thought, a wish, a hope :

Happiness is a state of mind

Hope to connect back soon.

Till then, Adieus Amigos……..

Instagram + Strawberry cake

I know I am a bit late for Instagramming, but that is how I am !! Too dumb at using gadgets, leave alone the applications 🙂

It took quite a bit of time for me to get into Instagram, but I am glad I did it !!

I would speculate, when my friends posted pics through Instagram on FB, but the picture quality, had me at it. The pictures look more sleek and glossy after using those filters.

Finally, I got the application and plunged in 🙂

Lately, I have been freaking out with all the packing scene going on in the house since a few days, added to it was a demand to bake a strawberry cake (which I never wished to).

I had been putting off the kids since 3 days, on the cake thingy, but then Mr. Hubby was bothered a lot of them !!

He got me the Pillsbury instant cake mix, and voila, I baked it in just 5 min. The cake was super moist, tasty and the pink strawberry colour was awesome 🙂

So here is the Strawberry cake + the Instragamming ………

Pillsbury Strawberry Cake mix

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You just need to add water, oil and eggs, the instructions are very clear
The yummy cake mix after whisking in the ingredients
Ta da…..the cake is ready in just 5 min
the super moist strawberry goodness !!
and I love this little Pillsbury chef, so cute 🙂          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While I was whisking the mix, I ate a lot of spoonfuls and really had a second thought on baking it as a cake 😛

The baking time was just 3 min in the Microwave, and it let out heavenly aroma while baking.

Finally the kids had a yummy cake, that too in a good quantity lasting for at least few days……..thank God, Pillsbury cake mix was handy !!

Have you ever gone through these kinda baking blues? Try the instant cake mix then !!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lines crossed – final part

Continued from The lines crossed 3

” How dare you do that, you utterly disgust me !!”, she typed furiously and hit the send button. Not being able to connect with him, had made her go nuts !!

One year precisely, and she had been fighting with herself to survive, with all her crappy thoughts about the devil. She was being a judgemental bitch.

Moments later she realised, she had done something wrong. What if he got angry with her, for that mail she sent a minute back, what if he didn’t reply at all?

He did reply though. “OK” , was the short and sweet answer.

Her head had started spinning by now. She disgusted herself. She felt she was being mocked at.

A month later

Other than checking her mails, she had abandoned her computer. One look at that machine, and she was reminded of the past. She hated that feeling. She desired to be happy once more.

One fine day, she was being grumpy again. Irrationally irritable.

No, it was not her monthly cycle playing the pranks, it was the unexpected email, she had received that morning.

It read ” I got a good job, am moving out of the country soon. Bbye and take care”

A tear trickled down her cheek, a chill went down her spine, she had almost fainted. She felt, she lost a part of her own. She was devastated, to say the least.

Gathering herself,she had a glass of chilled water and she smiled, mysteriously!!

Smiled ??

Yes, she smiled, coz something had made her smile 🙂

She was happy for him. He was successful, and in a position, she always wanted him to be. She felt proud, he had achieved it. She was glad he had finally got what he had always dreamt of – success, money and recognition, and all that by himself. He had no godfather, no savings; A well deserved success it was!!

She respected him from within, “Kudos”, she whispered and smiled again.

All the angst, the frustration, the hatred had dissolved into thin air, what was left was just love, disguised as respect.

She felt as light as a feather. She felt relieved.

Two years later

Her heart skipped a beat again. She felt something in the air around. Something awkward that was making her feel uneasy. She looked around and was amused.

World is a small place – she thought.

They exchanged glances and smiled. The devil was there, looking smart and dapper,in his crisp suit, with a charming lady by his side. They were at a friend’s wedding reception.

She had been ageing gracefully, but suddenly at this moment, her visible grey strands started bothering her.She wanted to look perfect.

He walked up to her. ” Hey there, how are you?” , he asked smiling.

With the same height difference as always, she had to look up to him.She was already startled and mesmerized. “Good ” , she replied, fumbling.

” Meet her, she is my wife, you remember my girlfriend back then?” he asked her,  pointing to his beautiful lady.

“And I am back in the city, same house !!” he added promptly.

” You got a pretty wife, and you look good together”, she replied.

They exchanged smiles and looked like a cute couple, very much in love.

Five  years later

He rushed to open the door, only to find his old neighbour holding something in his wrinkled hands.

“What is this” ,  the devil asked.

“It is a packet for you, someone left it yesterday noon, while you were out.”

“Who was it, you should have asked for the identity and the phone number.”

“It was a someone saying, a lady left it as her last wish.”

He was skeptical on opening that mysterious gift. Since it was for him, he couldn’t resist the urge either.  He slowly tore open the gift wrap.

Lots of neatly printed papers, arranged in a stack, and a letter in a red envelope, that is what it exactly contained.

” Go get this printed, couldn’t find anyone else to share my secrets with, hope you don’t mind. I trust you. Rose…….”

It was her biography. He ruffled through the pages, speechless.

His eyes welled up, for the first time, as he noticed the title of the biography. It read – Roses Bleed.

” I will miss you bitch”, he whispered to himself.