Of Heart and Mind

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This is one of my fav.... you can just dump in anything that fancy, fruits, nuts, chocolates, oats... ANYTHING!  And the best part is... it'll take less than half an hour to prep, about an hour to soak and bake it for 45-60mins.  Voila... they're ready for you to dig in.   Warm Cheese Bread Pudding ... just the way I like it If you are expecting some guests and you don't have enough time to prepare anything to serve them... think of this bread pudding.  You can have it chilled before serving or you can serve it warm - it all depends on what you like.  Alternatively, you can call this WHAT-I-LIKE Bread Pudding.  It is best served with vanilla sauce... but having it without the sauce is just as good. So, are you ready?  Here goes... Spray your baking pan (I used a square 8"x 8" pan) with non-stick baking spray. Cut your preferred bread in cubes and arrange them in the baking pan - arrange or just throw them in.  Style and creativity is not required in th

Ramadhan always reminds me of my late father.. he left us exactly 10 years ago this month.  How fast time flies, I can still remember how I sat by his grave and wept like a lost child.  Sad, lost, sorry, regret.. all jumbled up inside me and I have no words to best describe how I felt that morning.  My dress was soaking wet with my tears and sweat as I sat there by his grave till noon. How I wish things were different then but I truly believe that these are all His plans for me.  After I graduated, our lives caused us to drift away from each other.  We were busy within our very own circles and I only saw him once or twice in a month.  When he was sick, he stayed with me and I looked after him for a few months before he left for KT in early 2015.  That morning before he left my house.. was the last time I saw him before he fell sick again... the last tine I saw him before he left us for real.  Being bad in saying good byes, I tried to look away when he stepped out from my house..

I am yet to find someone or ‘A Friend’ whom I trust.  Someone who can listen without prejudice, offer advice without any hidden agenda / intents and provide a shoulder to cry on without expecting ‘payback’.   I used to have one but geographical location and distance has made it impossible for us to be like before.  We do keep tab on each other like always but to “sit down, sharing our stories over coffee”, is something that we can’t afford to do now, given our busy schedule as working moms and housewives. Friends are everywhere around you but having a buddy or a sister, in this case, is something so rare that sometimes you just give up trying to look for one.. or give up pretending ‘that’ someone is the one.  They judged you when you confide in them, their jealousy shows when you share your success stories and they silently cheer over your failure.  I learned the hard way, every time.  Even at this age, almost more than 20 years after adolescence, I find it funny to watch f