To Mom, with Love

the letter which i wrote to mummy when i was on Exchange Program in France:

Dear Mom,

I am fine and hope everything is fine there also. Studies are also going fine. The weather in Brest is moderate though it rains
almost daily and also its a windy place. Still with the clothes I have it is easily manageable.
I am washing all my clothes myself only. In addition, I am cooking for myself all the 3 meals.
In breakfast I have Bread and Cheese and drink juice with it. Today i have also started making
eggs and it came out really well though it was my first experience in cooking eggs.Sometimes
I also make the maggi or noodles which i had carried from India. After sometime i will buy
cornflakes and have it with milk. I have also bought tomatoe soups which i make sometimes.

In lunch i make a local dish called Creps which are like dosas and in the middle i can fill either
chocolate/cheese/jam or any other stuff i want.Or the other option I have is Croissants.
Or I can buy Veg Kebabs from some restaurant and eat it.
I had to pack this thing and carry to college where i take coffee or cold drink alongwith it.

For dinenr, i am making Rice. I had bouhgt tinned Potatoes, Tomatoes, Peas and Carrots.
In addition I have bought raw onions. So i put rice along with potatoes, peas and carrots
to boil. Simultaneoulsy, i cut onions and fry them in oil and also put tomatoes in it. After
the rice is ready i put them in the pan where onions and tomatoes arre frying to mix them to
make it like pulao. Then I have that with curd/dal. Its quite filling. Sometimes i mix it
with bhujia and all. There are some Indian shops in Paris so next time i go there i will buy
some chapatis from there also.

Rest is fine. Don't worry much about me.

Richi

for my better-half :)

kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal aata hai,
ki zindagi tere zulfon ki narm chaon mein guzarne pati toh shadab ho bhi sakti thi.

ye ranj-0-gam ki syahi jo dil pe chhayi hai,
teri nazar ke shuaon mein kho bhi sakti thi..

magar ye ho na saka.. magar ye ho na saka,
aur ab ye aalam hai, ki tu nahi, tera gam teri zuztjoo bhi nahin..

guzar rahi hai zindagi kuch is tarah jaise..
isse kisike ke sahare ki aarzoo bhi nahin..

na koi raah, na manzil, na roshni ka suraag..
bhatak rahi hai andheron mein zindagi meri..

inhi andheron mein reh jaaonga kabhi khokar..
main jaanta hoon meri humnafaz, magar yuhin,
kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal aata hai..