You next to me
Who is this boy
Sitting by my side, reading a book
On top of the car
I try and recognize you
The drops start falling
“It’s starting to rain”, I say
Heavier droplets fall
We get off the car fast
“Quickly!”, I shout
You, always making sure our belongings are protected.
“I can’t close the door of the car”, you say
I turn back, not knowing your name
I close the door for you, and I walk back with you hand in hand.
Until it happened to me
I never knew what your loneliness felt like
Without your mother, your father, brothers and sisters
In a land foreign to yours with vast spans of oceans and land to separate you
From what you knew
Yet as I experience what you did
I am in awe of your strength, of how you persevered, of how you continued to love
Fearless
May I always be known as “father’s daughter”
Whose blood courses through my veins and comforts my aching heart
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
~~ Henry Scott Holland
Steve Jobs is gone, but his entrepreneurial spirit, stubborness, resolve and spirit is always present. His genius has shaped the way I work now and hope to transform my business in the future. As I was driving to work today, listening to BBC, I heard something brilliant. There are three Apples that have transformed the world. Eve, Newton, and Steve qJobs.
You will be missed.
আমাকে দুঃখ দিয়েছ
তোমার খারাপ কথা
আমার চকের জল নয়
কিন্তু আমার বাখ কাদ্জে
জীবন হচ্ছে প্রাণ
আমার দুখ্হ তুমি চিনতে পারছ না
আমার চকের জল অনেক পরেছে
যায় দিন আমার বর এসেছে সে দিন আমার জীবন আরামব হইছে
Ingredients: (made by hubby)
1 medium red onion
3-4 cups of organic chicken broth
2 tsp of cumin seeds
1 tsp turmeric
1 tsp of garam masala
Liberal amount of black pepper
Liberal amount of paprika
1/4 cup of tomato paste
1 can of chickpeas
1/2 of a red bell pepper
1/2 of a green bell pepper
Pack of organic chicken breasts
2 cups of basmati rice
1/4 cup of black pitted olives
2 tsp of sea salt
1 tbsp of olive oil
Over medium heat, using a large skillet, heat the olive oil for 2-3 min. Do not spread the oil over the pan.
When the oil is heated, put the cumin seeds in the center of the oil. Toast the seeds for another 3-4 min. They should turn a dark brown.
Next add the chopped red onion. Sauté over medium heat for 5 min.
Add the peppers. Sauté for another 2 min.
Add chickpeas, olives, tomato paste and broth.
Add all ground spices and mix well.
Add rice and heat mixture covered over low flame for 15 min.
Add diced chicken and heat covered again for another 5 min. The pink should completely disappear from the chicken.
Sprinkle salt and heat covered for another 2 min.
Voila! There you have it. A chicken and rice with a little bit from India and a little bit from Spain. A hybrid biryani-paella.
Chicken and rice was my favorite during summer camp and I had to redo it the way I like it. Buen probecho!
We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death which, lest we forget, is the common lot. I grew up and I found my purpose and it was to become a physician. My intent wasn’t to save the world as much as to heal myself. Few doctors will admit this, certainly not young ones, but subconsciously, in entering the profession, we must believe that ministering to others will heal our woundedness. And it can. But it can also deepen the wound. - Abraham Verghese in Cutting for Stone.
