Aahaa Chennai

When the sweat simply pours and shopping is such a chore and the heat makes you want to shift to the polar regions and be a polar bear, when the bottles of water are gone in a second and heat radiates from your once cool head bringing in insane thoughts... how on Earth do mosquitoes keep cool, the solution arrives on the table. C+B  A heavenly combination. Trying to figure out the math? Simple. Look below.           Bite into roundels of cucumber and savour the coolness with quick gulps of buttermilk.                         Vote for C+B👍                  

T-I-R-E-D An apt description of how we feel after slogging the whole day . Busy at building a... Wait and watch. Call us the 'fighting fit' construction workers (you may even learn stuff from us) and we do deserve some refreshments. Bring them on fast coz we've been asked to speed up the work by the supervisor and carrying sand is a tough job much like carrying a school bag. Gather around to watch us in action but do not disturb.  You do feel we deserve 'likes', don't you?             

Nimble fingers plucked and deposited. The collection grew. It was time to say goodbye. A little someone bent down to whisper...                   Don't worry, you'll be back...soon. The collection was carefully tucked away into a once throwaway box,                                               now decorated proudly by caring hands and gifted.                       The doll carried the basket dangling from her arms. What lay inside?                           Seeds, precious seeds, yearning to bring back the green.

News spreads: The messengers carried the exciting news to the underground cavern through its many  passages, nooks and crannies. 'An unexpected treasure has been spotted.' Hurrying but nevertheless in an orderly fashion we arrived at the site. Yes! It was a treasure indeed. Serious business: See us working hard to finish the job before darkness sets in. Call it a joint effort for a common cause,  which is certain to fill many a hungry tummy. No quarrels, mind you... with demarcation lines set clear Each one assigned a part, we work silently, until only the sand beneath us remains.                         

Oh! Oooh! Someone does not like me... and kicks really really hard with their shoeclad foot.                   It hurt but then it turned out to be a blessing. From hard ground, I landed on the soft sand.                         After a while, it again hurt. The hot sun had no mercy and I seemed to be in an invisible fry pan. A little something landed, blown far by the wind and covered me. It shut out the heat.         Yellow and brownish, its gentle feel wiped away my misery. Gosh! The wind is naughty. My head feels the heat.            A stone's story...its journey continues.

On a bright sunny morning, surrounded by the flame red hibiscus and pearly white jasmine flowers, nodding a cheery hello to me, I am fast asleep. No amount of coaxing can wake me up.                     When dusk slowly creeps in, draping the field in shadows,  I  wake up donning an elegant smile which celebrates my bright magenta hue.                   Oh no! My friends, the hibiscus and the  jasmine have gone all droopy waiting for me. I toss my head gaily saying...  it's time to chase away the shadows. So ends the tale of the  'Evening Primrose' as it flaunts its dazzling hue beckoning moths fluttering past in the darkness of the night.

Another torrid Sunday afternoon, when even your latest gadget holds less appeal, enveloping the kitchen and the surrounding environs with an irresistible aroma, thanks to a magical blend of coarsely ground pulses, red chillies and choppped greens, sensed by fast twitching nostrils, making fingers quiver in anticipation, is the long wanted treat.                                     The 'you-simply-can't-let-me-go' eyeball grabbing masala vada announces its presence.

With single minded focus, recalling all the hours, days, weeks, and months spent learning the intricacies of leaps and jumps, our little uninvited guest awaits an opportune moment.                 When the door opens he darts inside and wreaks havoc, scaling greater heights... up the stairs.

A unique leafy flavour wafts through the air, winding its way through the fumes of spluttering mustard seeds rolling back and forth in the sizzling fry pan, making your fingers itch and your tongue roll  in anticipation, as you inch towards the source where a sprinkling of stir fried green leaves atop the stew attracts your attention, reminding you of the graceful plant in the far corner with its waxy green leaves selling its own brand of unique perfume, surrounded by an ever increasing crowd of little ones emerging below, clamouring for attention.               Hello... whispers the curry leaf plant to the simmering Sambhar. Do you need a touch of green? 

Eyes moved from the light hued orange blossoms          to an orange beauty leaning towards the yellow.                   It hovered between a dull orange                           and the classic orange of marigold.                                                     to the earthy tones of orange making its presence felt in a fallen leaf                         coming to rest on the eye catching hue of tiny oranges popping now and then amidst dark green foliage                                                                   and culminating in an orange spread that tickles your palate.