These are my dad’s hands. The hands that raised me.., taught me how to write and I haven’t stopped writing since then. My dad! My hero. I have yet to meet another sharp, suave and intellectually inclined man. There is a not a single moment of boredom with him. We can spend hours walking and talking about everything – From books to Health to Travel to History. He has the biggest influence on me. Want to dedicate this post to him. Happy Father’s Day, Dad..today and every day.
I shot these pictures when he was visiting me last Dec. Made Gulab Jamun and served that with some chilled honey yogurt.
You can call them Gulab Jamun, or Lengcha or Pantua or, you can safely call them mini donut holes soaked in a fragrant sugar syrup. These dreamy balls of deliciousness are my utmost weakness. I can close my eyes and imagine…
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