The angel lost

The old mans stubble was a week old.

He was tired.He was helpless.It was almost a week to the day that his only daughter went missing.

His angel. His little angel.

The policeman was rude.A disheveled old man who came ranting into the station did not somehow deserve his attention.He walked out, no more tears left in him.

Where was he?What had gone wrong?Why did his eyes close?

His daughter was lost.The city swallowed her whole.And his life moves on.One day at a time.One second always too late. 

Hope.Prayer.Family.

Inspired by true events

An Andhra dinner and Multi culturalism

What does an Andhra dinner have in common the true meaning of multiculturalism.

It was my colleagues daughters 1st birthday and he invited my entire team to join in the celebrations.It was not a big team but sure enough had a members with distinct cultural roots from across the nation.

Jammu, Tamil Nadu, Maharashtra, Orissa, Andhra Pradesh and Kerala.

Almost,just almost covers north, east ,south and west :-).

The rice floating on sambar, the dry chilly, pappad, curd.Ouch!!!Plates and fingers were licked clean without remorse.

The term describes people who have more than one culture in them but it took me one heavenly Andhra dinner to find out what exactly makes us click in more ways than one.

Food.Heavenly Andhra Food. :-))