My Signature Recipe- Desi Tadka

Making of Dal-Bati.

I'm a proud Rajasthani. And half of the people call us 'Dal-Bati' :P. I experienced this when I entered the college where the students streamed in from almost every state of India. And the college guys know it very well that you are hardly called by your official name. You are renamed as per your locality, behaviour, traits and may be eating habit. :P

 

The most annoying thing about my college is that we are kicked out of the college hostel by the college authorities after the 1st year. How pathetic :( And then begins the search of a new room with a new roomie.

A girl from Kerala became my new roomie and then started the most thrilling journey of my collegista. It has been two years since we are living in the Arihant-Villa. These three years we both experienced the fusion of our culture, our languages and our eating habits. I being an idli-dosa lover always ask her to bring the same from her home when she comes back after the vacations.

She often calls me 'Bafla'  (a Rajasthani dish- brother of bati). I have told her many-a-times that being Rajasthani doesn't mean we eat dal-bati daily. We cook dal-bati when there's some special occasion. And prompt comes her reply, "I'm waiting for that special occasion". She often gave me the hint of her desire to savour this special dish now and then. And I always snubbed her idea saying,"I'm no chef. Come with me in a vacation and I'll make you eat mom-made- dal-bati daily." She then just drops her idea and I end up convincing her to make dal-bati ONE DAY.

 

Meanwhile Blogadda launched this contest. But alas! we didn't have kitchen to cook up something for the contest. So, I dropped the idea but the instinct was compelling me to participate. And where there is a will, there is a way and hence came that ONE DAY.

7th March was Neha's birthday, our land-lord's daughter. Just like my roomie, she too is a dal-bati fan. Accidentally, aunty ( Neha's mother) slipped off the stairs and broke her right arm. A tragic incident just before her special day. But I tell you Rajasthanis are very kind and helpful. However, the family had to cancel the birthday party but I assured aunty of making Neha feel the best with a small family-party. This how I got the chance to show everyone my culinary art and participate in Blogadda's contest. Thank-you Blogadda to give me a chance to make the birthday girl feel special, to finally satiate my roomie and to make everyone in the HOME happy. Yeah! in Arihant Villa, never for a day, I felt as if I'm living away from my home. The landlords are more of a family.

 

 

Little B'day Girl.

So, then began the preparation of party, the most simple celebration with more of the family love and Blogadda's boost-up. As I told you above we cook dal-bati only on special occasion. So, I decided to serve the birthday girl with her favourite cuisine.Our landlord are Jains so onion-garlic are the taboo in their kitchen. Hence, I prepared the Desi-Jain-Thali. Here goes the recipe.

Ingredients

 

For Bati

5 cups of wheat flour ( we were 5 memebers)

1/2 teaspoon ajawain (caraway seeds)

1/2 teaspoon sauf (aniseeds)

1/2 teaspoon turmeric

1 teaspoon salt

2 tablespoon Fortune rice bran oil ( for soft and fluffy bati)

Water for kneading the dough

 

For Dal

1 cup of split black gram (urad dal)

1/2 cup of split gram ( chana dal)

1/2 cup of split green moong dal (optional)

2 tablespoon Fortune rice bran oil

a pich of hing (asfoetida)

1 teaspoon jeera (cumin seeds)

1/2 teaspoon turmeric

2 teaspoon chilli powder

salt to taste

3 cups of water

coriander leaves to garnish

Recipe

 

For Bati

1. Mix flour, ajwain, turmeric, sauf and salt in a bowl.

2. Add the fortune rice bran oil in the mixture.

3. Add water and knead the mixture into tight dough.

4. Take out small chunks of dough and roll them into small balls.

5. Place the dough balls in a preheated oven.

6. Roast them till the crust turns light-brown and small cracks appear in the balls.

 

 

Wheat flour  mixed with ajawain , turmeric and salt.

Add some fortune oil in the flour.

Make balls out of the dough.

Preheat the oven.



Roast the batis in the oven.

 

For Dal

1. Mix all the dals in a large bowl and soak them for 30 minutes.

2. Boil the soaked dal in a pan.

3. In a separate pan, put some fortune rice bran oil.

4. Add hing and jeera to the oil when hot.

5. When jeera starts to crackle, add the chopped green chilly ( chopped onions and garlic too if you are not a jain).

6. Cook the mixture till the onions turn light brown.

7. Add turmeric, chilli powder and salt and some water.

8. Cook it for 3 minutes.

9. Add the boiled dal and bring the whole misture to boil.

10. Garnish it with chopped coriander leaves.

Put some Fortune oil in a pan.



Masala Tadka

Healthy N spicy Dal.

Ready to Eat

 

1. Soak the batis in Fortune rice bran oil.

2. Tomatoes make up the best salad. So slice them.

3. A little of lemon to the dal makes it more tangy. So have a slice of lemon.

4. If you need more of spicy, then have some whole green chilly too.

5. The Jains eat papads with almost every meal. So roast  some chana papad/ moon papad. They are lusciously crispy.

6. Place all these in a thali and serve the special Desi-Jain-Thali.

 

 

Tomato Salad.

Desi Thali.

What are you waiting for??? Grab the dal-bati. The dish is all yours. Isn't it lip-smacking???

Ready! Steady! Eat!

 

 

About Fortune Rice Bran Health Oil



The Fortune Rice Bran oil is the new hero in our landlord's kitchen. I have asked at my home too to bring a bottle for the next dal-bati session. Well! you all would be wondering what's new in this oil. Then let me tell you. It's not just ordinary edible oil instead a 100% rice bran oil assuring 100% health. Known as 'Heart Oil', the top ten benefits of 100% rice bran oil are :

1.Heart friendly.
2.Improves HDL/LDL ratio. Healthier Heart.
3. Cleaner blood vessels.
4.Balanced nutrition. Balanced health.
5. Anti-cancer properties.
6.Improves skin tone and delays wrinkle formation.
7.Helps maintaining balance of nervous system.
8. Protection against diseases.
9.Stimulates hormonal secretion. Rejuvenates health.
10. Healthier food.


A Healthy choice for your Heart.

 

To know more about this new hero, have a look at Why Fortune Rice Bran Health Oil? So what are you using today in your kitchen???



The new hero in the kitchen.

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

 

This post is a part of Healthy & Tasty Recipe Contest with Fortune Rice Bran Health Oil & BlogAdda.com 

F?@K KNOWS- Book Review

 

About the book
 

Title: F?@K Knows

Author: Shailendra Singh

Publisher: Rupa Publications

ISBN: 978-81-291-2388-6

No. of Pages: 234

Price : 195 INR

Genre: Non-fiction

 

About the Author

 

Shailendra Singh has B.T.D.T.—Been there. Done that. Some know him as a ‘sports marketing guru’, some as an ‘advertising whizz’ or ‘Bollywood producer’, and many acknowledge him as a shrewd ‘dealmaker’. He’s conceptualized the most famous and long-lasting campaigns for India’s biggest brands, managed and helped adjust the jockstraps of India’s most respected cricketers, and launched the careers and egos of the country’s biggest celebrities. He’s opened a direct line of communication with India’s youth by creating massive music festivals, is emerging as Asia’s largest music promoter, and has produced over sixty Bollywood movies. He has worked on awareness campaigns for HIV/AIDS, cancer and piracy. He enjoys short trots on the beach, any sport that uses a ball, and sugar. This is his first, and hopefully not last, attempt at writing a book.

 

 

The Cover Speaks

 

The lemon-yellow colour always rings as "Yellow Yellow ,Dirty Fellow". But this book calls for, "Yellow Yellow, Attractive Fellow". The credit of cover design goes to Nicole Sottung. The half-forehead surrounded with several options depicts that everyone dreams big but do they end up living those dreams or just puff them as a thought bubble.

 

Synopsis

 

What do you want from life? Are you on the right track? Are you truly happy? If your answer to these questions is ‘F?@k knows!’, then this book is for you. Find the answers to life’s most important questions with the help of uber-successful entrepreneur, Shailendra Singh, co-founder of Percept and inceptor of Sunburn. Told with sparkling, flavourful and in-your-face humour, this book will advise you on how to:

• Find yourself (Because you’re probably lost. Admit it.)
• Follow your heart (Because if you don’t then you’ll die unhappy, you stupid f?@ker.)
• Achieve your goals (You know you want to.)
• Live life like you give a f?@k (Because…why not?)

Candid and thoughtful, F?@k Knows will show you how to really live life on your own terms, to do what you want to do and not what you have to do just because your father said so!

Book Review

The book spreads across 72 chapters. Ahhaa!!! Hold yourself. Don't drop the idea. The author has very wisely touched the different life-fundas in each chapter with 5 pages in each on an average.
The book is more of a witty one. The author has suggested some ways to read this book to get the maximum juice out of it in 'How to Read this Book'.

The author has warned to read this book in breaks and even suggested to read not more than one chapter a day. But I disagree. I'm pretty sure just like me, you won't be able to put down the book. You will end up reading the book in dreams too.

The author composed this book five years ago titled as 'YOU AND I'. With much manipulation and efforts, the book came out in print with an altogether different title and content too.

Every chapter starts with a quote which is really a Bang-on start to read through.

The book starts with the author narrating his life in brief and what caused him to find the answers of Life. As you kickstart, the reading goes smooth with few profane words adding to the laughs in the middle.

The conversation on P-3,4 shows the very truth of what we desired for? What we ended at? What holded us back?
The p-20 is a must read delve-on before you lie on the death-bed.
On p-30, he talks of a 'second brain' and ends up explaining it nicely.
On p-135, he aptly circles the difference between 'have to' and 'want to' and complies with 'You don't have to do anything'.
On p-221, he quotes, "A smile takes you many miles'. I was left bewildered when I read it. It resembles much to my signature line, "Silly smiles...Take you Miles". Had Shailendra Singh landed on my blogspace?? I wonder :O I should better file a patent for my signature line. :P

As I went through the book, I liked some of the chapters and some of the quotes very much. They all are brimming with lots of insight flavoured with creepy laughs and amusement. Hereby, I'm putting some of the quotes which will make you think for a while.
'Who the Hell are They'
'f?@k knows why you need death, to make you live.'
'I'm unhappy because I don't want to be Happy.'
'In India, we are blessed with cuisine that you eat once, but enjoy twice.'
'I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you the formula for failure- don't try.'
'Friends forever. Sex never.'
'Most people never grow up. They just grow old.'
'If you are happy and you know it and you really want to show it... Don't. The world might hate you for it.'

My favourite chapter 'Conversation with God' outlines how simple the life was until we made it complex just for the sake of others. It's a must read chapter.

I won't disclose anymore. Get a cup of coffee and immerse yourself in the gyaan-with-fun.

In A Nutshell

It is a book for young India, in witty and in-your-face prose, that tells you how to get it together and be happy. Funny and candid, yet rich in insights on how to really live life on your own terms, this unconventional self-help manual is unlike any book around. Give it a read and you will eventually come to know that there lies a lot more behind the very profane word.

My Rating
3.5/5

My View

While I flipped through the pages of this book, I went bonkers many-a-times. The author has clubbed the meaning of the word with various situations we come across in our day-to-day life setting you to muse while you amuse. When I ended up, I was like WOW! This word is too powerful :P 

I was reminded of an audio clip which resonates with the theme of this book. I heard it long back and Shailendra Singh has now compelled me to tune to it again.(IIT-D prof. speaks on this word at length and the students just pull their hair out). I wish I could have shared it here. As the author says,"I'm completely indemnified." The same will I say. Grab your copy if the worm is biting you to dig up the sane truth wrapped in the insane dusts.

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi

JJJ

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55 Fiction- Connecting

“I got the latest track today”, Pappu said.

“Really!!!  Send it to me right now”, Kappu ordered.

“Switch On the Bluetooth”.

“Yes! I have”.

“Dammit! A whole minute has passed and it’s still showing just CONNECTING”.

“Try once again”.

“What’s the name of your Bluetooth?”

“CONNECTING… with three dots”. Kappu chuckled.

 

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

Little Girl with her Toy

This post has been selected amongst the Blogadda's WOW posts of the week.

 

 

She woke up everyday
To welcome the sunshine.
She wanted to catch the
Crimson scarlet light in
Her tiny glass box
So that when night falls
And darkness scares her
She could open her box
Shimmering with sparkle
And radiance just like the
Sorcerer who holds a radiant
Magic globe in his hands
Amazes her little eyes.

A little girl with her little dreams
Within her little world
With her little feet
Was running her little distance
When suddenly a toy caught
The eyes of this little girl.
The toy was gifted by her in-laws
The little hubby-toy was cute and silent
But the real hubby was cruel and adamant
He came yesterday and ate all her chocolates
They fought for the bat which broke at the end.
The little girl was scared to lose more of her chocolates
She slapped her hubby but the hubby didn't cried
"Why? Why?
Cry!! I'm hitting you. I'm slapping you.
Cry!! you bad boy!"
The hubby didn't cried instead just flapped his eyelashes.
"I won't hit you again
Please dont marry me"
The little girl pleaded to the hubby-toy.

P.S. The child marriages are still not completely uprooted from our society. The so called brainy-elders tie two children in the knot without giving a thought to the lousy repercussions. I remember one of my friend was married in his childhood when he even didn't know how to tie his shoe-lace. His father was filled with proud to bring home a daughter-in-law but the boy was sunk in shame and frustration. He no longer played with his fellow friends. All the time he used to hide from their comments teasing him of being a MAN now. He was so perturbed with this new life that he left the school and a bright star doomed. Today none of his friends know of his whereabouts. A few days back I met his father in the city who was blaming his son for bringing him shame. The boy now lives in a village farming his fields. But should he be really blamed??? It was all for the sake of his family's wish that he sacrificed his childhood, his adolescent and now his remaining life.

Another of my friend who aspired to be an army officer was gifted to the altar of child-marriage. Today when I talk to her, she brags of how happy she is in her new home. But do I look stupid enough not to gauge her heart behind her pretence. Again a bright star broke down to just a flashy streak.

There are many more in the list if one takes the account of this social evil. I feel so bad that why are we bound to abide by our family's unseasonable bids??? If it's so mandatory as per our Sanskar then I apologise but What the bullshit!

Do our culture and tradition forbids a child's freedom? Do our holy scripts preach of sending a child to the gallows of a dark destiny?? Such questions and many more have haunted me from the early days of my life but till now I have got no answers. What all I got is just " Compromise", "Respect your culture", "Value your elders", "Render your life for others' sake", " Don't ask for your happiness", "It's your destiny" and such more craps. I feel so helpless when I see my fellow-mates lost in the well of anonymity. But what all a little girl can do with her little toy is share her heart with that little toy which neither listens nor speaks, just flaps his eyes assuring her of someone who cares.

 

 

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi

JJJ

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

55 Fiction - Eyes

Dr. Smita shut the door behind her. The little child was finally relieved from the pain.

Dr. Sushant  was waiting for her at lunch. He complimented her as she sat beside him, “Your eyes are looking so beautiful today”.

“The weather always turns pleasant after the rains”, she said with her eyelids bowing down.

 

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi

JJJ

MOVING ON

I was born silent in the dorm room

My life started racing soon.

I was enjoying in the cradle

When my life started pedalling the tricycle.

I was sent to the school

My life carried the bulky bag blue.

I went to the exam-hall each time

When my life scribbled the answer sheets in time.

I stopped seeing the hurdles hurtling my way

My life kept them all at bay.

I snapped when my friend turned foe

Then my life befriended my soul.

I cried when I lost my love

My life smiled making me love my heart.

I craved for happiness in my bag

When my life bought me some gags.

I went to the pool so cool
Where my life poured out all my blues.

I sat for a while to look at the sky

When my life chuckled to sail high.
 
One day I asked, “What do you want my Life??”
My life said,” I’m so smooth to slip away.
I’m so fragile to break away.
Don’t just sit, Don’t just pinch.
Move with me, Dance with me.
For I may not be with you tomorrow.”

That day I said,” Life is all about moving on.”

When my life was breathing hard at the ventilator ON.

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi

JJJ

CHANAKYA'S New Manifesto -Book Review

About the book

Title: Chanakya's- New Manifesto to resolve the crisis within India.

Author: Pavan K. Varma

Publisher: Aleph Book Company

ISBN: 978-93-82277-09-5

No. of Pages: 248

Price : 295 INR

Genre: Non-fiction

 

About the Author

Pavan K. Varma,studied history at St. Stephen College, New delhi and took a degree in law from Delhi  University.He has been press secretary to the president of India, official spokesman of the Foreign Office, director general of the Indian Council for Cultural Relations, and India's ambassador to Bhutan. Having taken premature retirement from the Indian Foreign Service, he now seeks to be actively involved in public life.

 

Pavan K. Varma has authored several acclaimed and bestselling books, among them, Ghalib: The Man, The Times; Krishna: The Playful Divine; The Great Indian Middle Class; Being Indian: The truth about why the 21st century will be India's; Becoming Indian: The Unfinished Revolution of Culture and Identity and When Loss is Gain. He has also translated into English the poetry of Gulzar, Kaifi Azmi and Atal Bihari Vajpayee.

 

The Cover Speaks

The pitch metallic black cover with title embossed in chalk-white pleases the reader's eyes.

"Chanakya's New Manifesto proposes a comprehensive blueprint for change. We caanot continue as we are, and must gather the resolve to bring in effective governance, a true democracy, a corruption-free State, a security-conscious nation and an inclusive society. If we fail, India may never succeed. Our future is at stake."

 

Synopsis

The book analyzes the multiple challenges the country is facing today and proposes clear and unambiguous solutions to them.

 

Chanakya (c.380-270 BCE) was classical India's greatest thinker and teacher. Through his unparalleled ability to devise result-oriented military, political, and administrative strategy, he overthrew one king, crowned another and paved the way for the establishment of India's first great empire. His seminal work, the Arthashashtra, arguably the world's first comprehensive treatise on statecraft and governance, was written approximately two thousand years before Machiavelli's The Prince.

 

What would Chanakya do if confronted with the various crises that beset contemporary India? Using this question as the starting point for his new book, celebrated writer and thinker Pavan K. Varma has drawn up a practical and detailed plan, modelled on the Arthashashtra, to bring about reform and change in five key areas that require urgent attention governance, democracy, corruption, security, and the building of an inclusive society. Whether it is laying the foundation for an independent and effective Lokpal, or decriminalizing politics and successfully weeding out the corrupt, the solutions he proposes are substantive, well within the constitutional framework, and can make all the difference between intent and action.

 

Chanakya's New Manifesto is both a call to action as well as a deeply insightful account of the challenges facing the country today. It is a book that should be attentively read by everybody with a stake in India's future.

Book Review
The book has been written in an effective and clear language. Some hindi words such as 'moulik soch' (p-14), 'dharma'(p-128) etc have been used to give it an Indian touch. The book encompasses seven chapters.

 

Chapter 1- The Crisis, deals with the five major problems the country is facing today. Governance, Democracy, Corruption, Security, Building an inclusive society. The author has explained each of the problem at length.

 

Chapter 2- 1947 and After, deals with the scenario of the country after independence. Varma provides a detailed history of each and every event that led to the modern India.

 

Chapter 3 - Governance, deals with the problem of the inability to govern and unstable government. At the end, the author provides a fifty-point manifesto to control the aggravating situation.

 

Chapter 4- Democracy, looks through the real democracy and the one we are living in. Varma profoundly states how democratic we are?the trench our democracy has fallen into. An eighty-seven point manifesto is provided for feeding a democratic nation with democracy.

 

Chapter 5- Corruption, the much talked about topic covers hundred and eleven points in its manifesto.

 

Chapter 6- Security, talks of the nation's security in depth followed by a fifty-eight point manifesto.

 

Chapter 7- The creation of an inclusive society, states that citizens need to be more social and aware of their responsibilities and rights. A fourty-one point  detailed manifesto has been provided at the end. A typo error is noticed on p-227, the word 'states' should be used once only.

 

In A Nutshell

The book is worth to read to know more about our contemporary India, understand its problems discussed in detail and then look for our duty to bring forth a change in the nation we are living.Pavan Kumar has invested much of his energy in the compilation of this book which is easily noticeable when one goes through the detailed manifesto. So, I would ask all the readers to grab your copy soon, delve on the issues and bring about a change in our India.

 

My Rating

4/5

 

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi

JJJ

 

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Listen to your heart..

                       This post has been selected amongst the Blogadda’s WOW posts of the week.
 

 
A bright sunny day with my yearning eyes to see her nearly after a week and my heart lost in the past impressions gave me the strength to stand for an hour while waiting for her train.

With headphones plugged in my ears, some music striking the ear drums, my mind was asking my heart “Why ??? why???”

And heart was trying its best to mollify the indignantly stubborn mind.

Mind- “Why did she broke the parapet of trust??”

Heart- “It just seems she has broken. Perhaps she is just checking the endurance of trust??”.

Mind- “What rubbish?? Is this the way to check something so fragile??.

Heart- “If trust is fragile, then make it strong like diamond so that it embellishes your bonding”.

Mind- “ Cease the stream of your gyaan. She has spurned my love, my care for her.”

Heart-“ Who in this world disdains true affection?? It’s just another of your illusion”.

Mind-“People like her are born to hurt, born to mock, born to kick off selfless hearts.”

Heart- “She is good at heart. Give her another chance”.

Mind-“Even a murderer is good at heart. Give her one more chance to hit me. One more chance to aggravate the bruises. Sorry Boss!”.

Heart- “Then why are you here? You are here because you still care for her.”

Mind- Silence… silence.

Heart-“You are here to catch her glimpse. You are here to quench your eyes which missed her from a week. You are here to welcome her. You are here because she is still your best friend.”

 

Mind- “Grrrrrr… Shut up! I’m here to break off all relations with her. I’m here to never meet her again.”

 

Heart- (chuckles) “You are here just to meet her again”.

Mind- (getting red with blood seething in anger).

The vendors buzzed at the highest of their pitch to sell their eatables.

Chaiii ! Chaaii ! Kachori ! Samosa!

 

My heart and mind put a hiatus to the debate as the train reached platform no. 5.

The passengers were stepping in and out. Some were rushing to get a free space for their hereafter journey. Some were grappling with their luggage to get off the board. A hullaballoo all around.

She was nowhere to be seen.

 

“But she was to come today only. I had heard her new roomie talking over the phone while I was stirring the coffee”, my heart worriedly said.

 

“There she is”, mind said after searching and scanning thousands of faces and luggage.
 She carried here blue bag as usual- her trace mark.  She looked pretty as always. Her tresses were flowing in the gentle breeze with her one hand wrestling with the luggage, while the other adorning the new i-phone.

“The model is back. Look how is she walking as if doing catwalk on some ramp”, mind angrily said.

“She always carried herself this way only, didn’t she??”,Heart was ready with the answers.

I hid myself behind a zombie man just to elude her vision.

“It seems as if you are stalking her”, heart quipped.

“Why would I stalk her?? She is no Middleton”, mind retorted back.

She headed towards the stairs to cross the junction. I appeared behind her and walked coolly as if I’m in some public park. The music was still buzzing but I hardly remember which song the music player was playing.

 

Just then a goon looking more of a sub-urban followed her closely. She was still treading carefree. The lummox nudged her at the elbow. She just avoided and quickened her steps.
 

My heart was saying “Yes” but my head was saying “No”.

The boy started whistling.
 

My heart was saying, “Go help her”.

My mind was saying, “No ! don’t jump in the fire. You too can get burnt. After all you are also a girl”.

The goon started taking the advantage of the hustle-bustle and teased her again, tickled her again.

At this moment, my mind and my heart joined hands and I moved ahead pushing  behind the fish market. Now I was close enough to both of them. The nuisance oaf touched her beautiful hair this time. She cringed and I fumed. I got hold of his very hand and slapped his rough cheek.

Slap! Slap!Slap!

Silence!

The fish market around us froze. Everyone was looking at three of us.

“Dare not to stalk her again”, I yelled at him.

She turned behind. And looked straight into my eyes but I just stepped down without meeting her for the last time. I was out of the station within a few minutes. I called for an auto. As I sat, way back to my hostel, this time I actually listened to the song playing in my ears.
 

There are so many temptations in the crazy world today,

And there are so many people tryin' to lead you astray,
Whenever you're confused about all the things you see,
You can't tell a friend from the enemy.
Listen to your heart,
 
It knows right from wrong,
Let it guide you,
Listen to your heart,
It will make you strong,
Look inside of yourself and listen,
Listen to your heart,
Listen to your heart.
¯¯¯
 

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda