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MUSTARD GREENS

It's for the first time in 24 years that I am away from my hometown "PATIALA" during the major festivals we celebrate like "LOHRI". When anyone hear the word Punjab only two things strike their mind - Peg(Alcohol) & Chicken(Non-Veg), but apart from this we have a wide varieties  of cuisines to offer you especially in winters.

When the carts on the roadside are piled high with Mustard Greens
And you missed the "SAAG" your mother made
When the radishes are like white sabres that beckon to be bitten
And the carrom seeds(Ajwain) in your parathhas know nothing of cholesterol
As the venerable lady drop dollops of white butter atop these beauties
You almost reached heaven



As the grated carrot is added in the vessel full of milk
Only to become Gajrela with nuts added nutrition

Life was much simpler as food was comforting

There was no fear of faded jeans splitting
Smug with some Cardamom or ginger tea in your hands
As you nursed the glass to warm Your hands
Winter is slowly creeping in my head
But I crave the jaggery Gajjak Just as I did yesterday

Comments

  1. SujataWJanuary 13, 2019 at 7:09 AM

    I want to try all of it 😍 you wrote it so well 😍

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  2. Spicy IndiaJanuary 13, 2019 at 7:10 AM

    Nice yar

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  3. UnknownJanuary 13, 2019 at 7:33 AM

    Though I love chicken but the food looks awesome

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  4. UnknownJanuary 13, 2019 at 7:36 AM

    👌👌😊

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  5. UnknownJanuary 13, 2019 at 7:40 AM

    Very nicely described ❤️

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  6. AbhijeetJanuary 13, 2019 at 7:46 AM

    feels great to belong to the land of these delicacies.....how food can be symbolic of one's love for their home apart from people and moments

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    1. Aastha KhullarJanuary 17, 2019 at 11:15 PM

      I always love to hear appreciation from you. THANK-YOU SO MUCH.

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  7. UnknownJanuary 13, 2019 at 8:09 AM

    Love from another foodie❣️

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  8. UnknownJanuary 13, 2019 at 8:17 AM

    Love it ! You just give me hope !

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  9. Rijul SinglaJanuary 13, 2019 at 8:21 AM

    😍

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  10. ARTISTIC SINGHJanuary 13, 2019 at 8:28 AM

    Been 5 days and Already missin this ❤️❤️����

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  11. HATHI MERA SATHIJanuary 13, 2019 at 8:53 AM

    Oh my god your love to food 🤣🤣 sadhe pishle ik hafte toh saag ban 😂😂 ajja j khana 🤣

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  12. UnknownJanuary 13, 2019 at 9:23 AM

    Nicely written 👍

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  13. UnknownJanuary 14, 2019 at 3:24 AM

    👌👌

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  14. ThakurJanuary 14, 2019 at 4:22 PM

    I'm already missing all of these😢, n now you are describing the taste😛
    ...btw that was amazing.
    Keep rocking ✌

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  15. Shivani GautamJanuary 16, 2019 at 8:23 PM

    Nostalgic.❤️ I miss home too. 😢

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  16. UnknownJanuary 19, 2019 at 11:50 AM

    This one is ��

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