We were never meant to be together. I am a native. She came from beyond. I am white. She is brown. I am sweet. She is hot. I am dry. She is not. We were never meant to be together. Or so they thought. Without her, I am baked flour. Sans me, she is ignored by all. Despite the odds, forward we did go. She ran through me with vigor. As we drenched in steam. Together we saw, A great union taking birth. It was culinary love.
My personal space where I scribble whatever funny thoughts come to my mind. Actually, that is not entirely true. A lot of random thoughts enter and leave my mind all the time and the blog contains only a largely drilled down and censored subset of them. Also, there are reviews of certain movies that have fascinated the viewer in me. I would say the time you spent here would not be regretted.