This morning, as we began making tea, Atul placed a piece of ginger on the kitchen counter and made an interesting observation. “This looks like a rockstar!”
And why not?
The humble ginger has been rocking my life ever since I can remember.
When we were kids, every year, on Diwali (that’s Naraka Chadurdashi or choti Diwali for folks in the north), my mother would heat up sesame oil and crackle black pepper and chopped ginger. Once the oil cooled down a little, and while it was still warm, she would tell us to eat the spices and then apply the oil directly on our scalp.
Diwali signifies the onset of winter, and this little ritual was performed to avoid catching a cold in the changing season. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing to do, and we reluctantly gave in. Over time, though, we began appreciating it for its health benefits, and now, I willingly follow this practice.
Today, as the nip in the winter air pierces my skin, the comfort of ginger makes me feel warm. So I wrote a small ode to the versatile spice, that doesn’t discriminate.
The versatile ginger,
Some love to hate.
But that doesn’t affect her
She doesn’t discriminate.
She blends in well
In my tea as a spice.
And with garlic too,
She plays super nice.
She lifts me up
In bread and cookies
She’s the kick and tang
In my hot curries.
She’s the antidote
To my cold and sores
As well as a soothing balm
To my burning throat.
Ginger, there are some
Who can’t stand your sight,
But ginger, to me
You’re a rock star alright!
Here’s a picture of her, rocking her usual self.
With this week’s daily post challenge asking bloggers to experiment, we decided to play around with the picture. I wanted to add fancy stickers and hashtags, and I assumed Instagram would let me do that. So I signed up – today. Turns out, it’s Facebook app that really fulfilled the requirements. (Yes, I’m terribly ill informed about social media apps!)
Here’s what Atul dished up:
She’s so happy I made it past the half way mark!
Psst. Since I’m celebrating my first day on Instagram, can I request you all to follow me? 😉
This is post #16 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
For years I resisted every blow that the monster threw at me – luring me through its minions who had already strayed into its territory. But I was a minority. A proud minority – one who was applauded for resisting the urge.
Musings of an eccentric mind 