It was a good day yesterday. I think any day that begins with yoga or some form of exercise usually turns out to be good. There was a fair bit of work but the project turned out pretty well in the end. Most of us left office beaming.
I came home and was suddenly in no mood for paratha. No mood to warm it up and have it with palak daal and soya cutlets. So I made rice.
I have a large plastic canister of rice. It is one of the most joy-creating items in my home. Fine, white grains feel smooth and sharp when held in the palm of the hand. I like how each grain - each one of them will swell in hot water and will fill me up with taste and well-being. I can see why rice is used as a symbol of abundance in rituals.
Even with a fistful you get a sense of there is so much of so much.
I came home and was suddenly in no mood for paratha. No mood to warm it up and have it with palak daal and soya cutlets. So I made rice.
I have a large plastic canister of rice. It is one of the most joy-creating items in my home. Fine, white grains feel smooth and sharp when held in the palm of the hand. I like how each grain - each one of them will swell in hot water and will fill me up with taste and well-being. I can see why rice is used as a symbol of abundance in rituals.
Even with a fistful you get a sense of there is so much of so much.
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