The itch to write

It's been quite sometime since I  last posted here. I promise to be more regular here.  So today I bring you a recipe. My first Recipe on Itchtowrite. If you want to see more recipes follow me on my instagram handle @anpulicious So here goes. 5 Kg Grapes( Seeded Variety) 4 Kg Sugar 2 litre Boiled and Cooled water Two Handfuls of Broken Wheat (Sooji Gothambu)( loosely wrap it in a muslin cloth) 5 Pieces Cinnamon 10 Pieces Cardamom Points to be Noted:  Do not use Plastic bottles for wine fermentation. You can use  a big Glass Jar or Bharani with a wide mouth. Don't overfill the jar. Fill it to 3/4th only. After cleaning the grapes remove the stems and dry them with a cotton muslin cloth . There should be absolutely no moisture. This is probably the hardest part of the whole wine making process to make sure every single grape out of the 5kg is fully dry.   Make sure the Glass jar/Bharani is also clean and dry.  If you are using a b...

              The ideal Real Parent            Do you really think the lady who says she can make all the meals, send kids  to school / football / swimming practice all ON time and still have time to do her pedicure is  telling you the whole truth. There are no such thing as an ideal parent . Scribe that into your head .Say this along with me " I'm a darn good mom who will no longer allow the “perfection” of others to dictate how I raise, feed, and educate my kids". Write that down and look at it everyday. So many of us want to buy into the myth of the super-parent who CAN do it all because we think that's how everyone else is.     The reality of being a parent isn’t spoken about enough . It's upsetting knowing that some people think we are " less of” a mother because we get frustrated with our children.         Our society  expect us to never mess up, to raise per...

Image source : Pantoufle Design My Morning routine Set the alarm for 5.00 AM. Snooze it till 6.00 AM. Walks like a zombie to the bathroom. Splashes cold water to the face. Still sleepy? Pinches self. Ouch. Goes to kitchen. Loads body with caffeine. The never-ending “to do list” Cook breakfast & lunch Load/unload washing machine (Separate wash for baby clothes) Put clothes out to dry Brooming & Mopping Clean Bathrooms Put dried dishes to the respective cabinets Fold dry clothes Make healthy baby food Wash / Disinfect Toys Clean the high chair Sterilisation of baby bottles/containers Wash dishes Hand-wash certain clothes Finish this post Make a list of groceries to be brought Plan tomorrow’s meals & the list is endless Babies have a sixth sense                 Babies can read minds. Any attempt to eat in peace will have to wait. Ryan gets a signal alert every time hi...

                      Here comes valentine's day with people stuffing my newsfeed with cheesy quotes (most of which are googled )and not to forget the pictures of those overly enthusiastic couples wearing red. Irritated with Facebook you end up opening your whatsapp only to find your phone getting stuck  due to the countless valentine's wishes , images and corny gifs. It's so cliche now. Come on, if you really love your partner then everyday should be valentine's day not one out of the three sixty five days. Love yourself, love your partner & do what your heart desires not what the society tells you to. Why  should  you behave differently  this  day than you do another day of your entire life?                 This desperate attempt for validation has crossed it's boundaries so much that even professional photographers are hired to take pictures of the perfe...

It took me longer to write this story than to give birth! The truth is child birth cannot be contained in words. It is entangled with heaps of  emotions . This mysterious storm of pregnancy & childbirth has changed me for good . Anyway I think I deserve a round of applause for completing this post between feeding , diaper change and lack of sleep. So here goes.. We were asked to come in for an induction at 40 weeks. I was given a sublingual tablet at 5.30am on April 11th and was told that I would be checked again in the next few hours. Since nothing happened for sometime me and rohit figured there was no point in us waiting so we went off to sleep. At around 6.30 am i started getting a cramp like ache in my lower stomach.We decided to go for a short walk after our breakfast to see if I could get some contractions going. As hours passed by ,the pain grew inside me. It was bad but I was able to bear it so I would call them extreme menstrual cramps.  Those were actua...

I slack on the couch in the morning taking pleasure in sipping from my beer bottle and crunching on a packet of Chips as I watch the never ending cascade of television shows. My ‘work at home’ option has made me and my couch inseparable. I have monthly targets to meet. Failing to reach the monthly goal will leave me without a job. Though I’m well aware of this chilling situation I still procrastinate my duties till the last week of the month. It’s like dragging my own feet into fire by putting off everything I’m entitled to be doing.             Image  : Chuck Slack Illustration That last week of every month is stressful. I become so anxious that I forget to eat food and end up ordering food from outside.  The constant worry about the list of things to do doesn’t allow me to sleep. I stay awake the whole night trying to finish up my work. I have pangs of attacks imagining myself without a job. In those days I feel like a devil h...

 I think I have a small crush on her. Wait no. I definitely have a crush on her. It started as a small one and it's not that small anymore. I cannot make my heart stop beating those thunder beats though my mind is trying its best to stop this nonsense. Sometimes I secretly wish she stares at me when I look away. I feel like I become speechless when I'm near her.  I have a million  things to tell her but i become breathless at her sight. It's an amazing feeling.  It is euphoric. It's addictive. The best part is I haven't told her about it so I don't need to worry about how she will react. I don't want to scare her away. So I guess I'll never tell her because I can't handle rejection. Perhaps she might not be the same if i tell her this.  But wait ! What if...just what if she has a crush on me as well?  I wish I could read her mind.  I think about her everyday.  I try to hide my feelings.  I try not to stare. I sea...