Ever since I’ve came back from Turkey I’ve been wanting to make Turkish Delight and Baklava. Since I had been scorning both for the longest time, predictably, it took Istanbul to take me down a peg or two and teach me otherwise. Read more
Long long ago, in a far far away world (Auroville), a great friend told me that eating chocolate between two slices of bread and walking by the rocky stormy sea in France was one of his favourite things to do. I used to love the stories that Emmanuel told me. But even more, what I loved was the surprising realization that I could so feel so comfortable and at ease with someone from a culture so alien and unfamiliar. It felt like magic. That country, language, upbringing did not define friendships but people did felt like a great gift.