My Life, A Cocktail

Baking, it's my kinda stress buster. I had always been intrigued about baking, even as a kid. To have the power of making baked goodies when you want it, where you want it, seemed just too good to pass. I have burnt many a baking pans in my quest to unearth the right recipes. Those days were sans the luxury of internet, and recipes were often exchanged by word of mouth (read imprecise) or reproduced from the back of cake mix boxes (read boring). Fast forward over 15 years, complete with the Internet,  Kitched Aid Stand Mixers ,  Silpat  and all. Breads, cookies, muffins, cupcakes, ask what you will and it shall be done. There is definitely something calming about baking. Carefully measuring out cups of flour, creaming butter and sugar, beating eggs until stiff peaks form, almost like a meditation exercise in itself, with the added bonus of the aroma of the baked goods that fill your home, spreading warmth and an inexplicable feeling of joy. And yes, for the healt...

We forget, too much, too often. Life is always so patient with us, teaching us lessons, slowly and assuredly, we bask in the glory of the lesson learnt. Until, time washes it all away. What goes around comes back around. It does. Each and every one of life’s lessons. Till the time it’s rooted in our souls and becomes a part of who we are.

Inspiration comes easily to me. I am the kind that watches and learns. I have always believed that life is too short to experience even a slice of its fathoms. Observation has been my friend and I have tried to live more experiences than I am entitled to, through them. It’s a wonderful journey. You live and breathe like it’s your life, but it isn’t. It’s like reading a book, or watching a movie.