Preserving family recipes is saving and honouring our heritage so that future generations can continue to strengthen those ties.
Ahmad a small country boy lived a simple life until an unsuspecting man from China stumbled into his home.
We struggle in silence, he’s old and sick but still has more strength than me. finally I reach for my knife and slash at his hand.
Shivani’s mother called everyone to eat lunch. Everyone except Sindhya came into the dinning hall. Then everyone started to search everywhere for her.
The cow looked down at his flower and began to drift off. He thought about how important this flower was and his mind had hope that they would both make it to a new land.
Thus we fed Garuda that night. Next morning we were woken up by same noise from Garuda and it took us some minutes to realize Rahul is not back home yet.
He sees people taking the trees that were once outside into their warm homes. Lighting it up ,filling it up with gifts. He regrets now being born a soul without no value.
With the experience of the breakfast, I was eagerly waiting for lunch time hoping for something that would make-up for the morning disaster.
My family, husband and our two daughters, sat at the dining room table covered with colorful plastic oilcloth, just like a real happy family in American film.
The author prepared breakfast, took with his fan who said she would go to office and he Nandu’s house and be back by 8 O’clock, she would be waiting for him