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Introducing D

He sketches, plays guitar and sings. I read books, blog and tweet.

He loves hot and spicy food. I can’t eat anything having more than 1 mg of chilly.

He dislikes Harry Potter. I simply love Harry Potter.

He loves horror movies. I never watch any.

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Recipe:- Puli Pithe

Sankranti means transmigration of Sun from one zodiac sign to the other. Due to the geography and size of India, this festival is celebrated for innumerable reasons depending on the climate, agricultural environment, cultural background and location. In West Bengal, Sankranti, also known as Poush Sankranti after the Bengali month in which it falls, is celebrated as a harvest festival Poush Parbon. The freshly harvested paddy along with the date palm syrup in form of jaggery is used in the preparation of a variety of traditional Bengali sweets.

One such sweet is the famous Pithe. After many years all the members of my family were together on Sankranti and it was decided to make pithes to celebrate the day. [My interests were solely getting a new thing to blog about and to eat 😀 :D]

Pithes are of various types: Ranga alur pithe (made of sweet potato), chandrapulli,puli pithe (made of coconut), gokul pithe and patishapta (sort of  pancakes). The recipe I am going to describe is a stuffed kind of pithe, Puli  Pithe. Puli basically signifies the shape of the sweet.

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Sister and Me

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A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea-pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you-who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything. -Pam Brown

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Ghost Story and Bag of Bones

In 25 random things about me post, I mentioned that I have had a ghostly experience once. There was a huge demand by readers to know the  story. So here it goes :-

It was quite late at night and I was sleeping.  Suddenly I felt a chill and woke up. I felt someone’s presence in my room. I was too scared to move or open my eyes fully. With my eyes slightly open, I saw a little girl dancing near my bed. The chill had increased. I closed my eyes promptly and tried to go back to sleep (That is what I do when I am scared at times like a thunderstorm at night or a bad dream). I felt her come near my head and I thanked Mom  in my mind for pestering me to sleep inside the mosquito net. As I felt her coming closer, I tried harder to sleep and next thing I knew it was morning.

~~~~~~~~~~~End of Story~~~~~~~~~~~

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Mother and Blogging

Dainik Bhaskar, a national Hindi newspaper, carried an article on Blogging. A Bengali Mother who has a daughter of marriageable age read it.

She was intrigued by this blogging business.She asked her daughter about it.

Mother : Do you know what is this thing called blog?

Daughter explained eagerly: Its a place in internet where one writes his/her views on various topics. Somewhat like articles in newspaper. But its interactive.

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