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Here you both are back to sleep again!

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In a cozy little corner, where the sunbeams gently play,
Lived two cats so lazy, who snored the whole day away.
From sunrise to sunset, they’d slumber and they’d snore,
Their bellies full of treats, oh, what a life they bore!
One was named Sir Snugglepaws, with fur as black as night,
The other, Lady Whiskers, with eyes so shining bright.
They’d curl up on the sofa, their snores in perfect tune,
Dreaming of grand adventures while they slept away till noon.
Oh, Sir Snugglepaws, he loved to eat, his appetite immense,
He’d gobble up his breakfast, then demand a second chance.
From fish to fowl to cheesy bites, he devoured with delight,
His belly round and jiggly, a truly comical sight!
Lady Whiskers, on the other hand, had more refined tastes,
She dined on fancy feasts and caviar without a moment to waste.
She’d lick her paws so daintily, her manners so genteel,
A queen of culinary art, with a sophisticated zeal.
Together, they would nap, their contentment on display,
Dreaming of catching mice and chasing squirrels all day.
But as soon as they awoke, their hunger would arise,
And off they’d go to feast again, with voracious appetites.
They’d scamper to the kitchen, their tails held high with glee,
In search of tasty morsels, as happy as could be.
From tuna treats to catnip snacks, they’d eat without restraint,
Their love for food, a never-ending, insatiable enchant.
So, if you ever see them, those cats so full of bliss,
Remember their grand passion for a life of pure abyss.
For all they do is sleep and eat, but in their own sweet way,
They’ve mastered the art of relaxation, each and every day!

Where are you now?

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In a world of shadows and sorrow,
A young widow’s heart longed for tomorrow.
She yearned to know, to understand,
Where did her husband’s essence land?
With determination, she set her sight,
To search for her love in the darkest night.
Through barren fields, she ventured on,
A soul’s quest, where hope had gone.
Whispering winds carried her plea,
To reach beyond the veil, set her spirit free.
With every step, her courage grew,
Her love, her anchor, she knew she must pursue.
In ancient mountains, she climbed so high,
Seeking solace beneath a starry sky.
The moonlight guided her path each night,
As she journeyed on with unwavering might.
Her heart, a torch that would never fade,
Through realms unknown, she bravely made.
Through ethereal forests, she softly tread,
Dreams haunted her, within her head.
Calling out his name, with tender plea,
She hoped in her dreams, his soul she’d see.
Listening to echoes of love’s embrace,
Her footsteps echoed through time and space.
In realms unseen, she discovered a door,
Where souls wander forevermore.
With trembling hands and a heart ablaze,
She stepped into the depths of a mystic maze.
Visions intertwined, like whispers of fate,
Guiding her closer to her longed-for soulmate.
Through realms of dreams and ethereal streams,
A montage of memories, it truly seems,
Her path unravelled, revealing the way,
To reunite with the soul that’s astray.
Embracing the pain, as shadows dispersed,
Their souls entwined—love’s eternal verse.
In that hallowed moment, they reached across,
Bound together, despite life’s loss.
She found her love, her partner, her guide,
As they danced together, side by side.
For love transcends the realms of decay,
Their spirits entwined, forever to stay.
And so, the young widow’s journey was done,
Her faith, her love, forever won.
She found solace in the embrace of the night,
Reuniting with her love, in tender light.
As stars wove their tales in the canvas above,
Her search bore witness—a testament to love.

Remembering your fever!

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The boy is burning with fever,
His skin is flushed and hot to the touch.
His step mother sits by his bedside,
Worried and helpless.
She watches as he tosses and turns,
His face contorted in pain.
She knows that he is suffering,
And she wishes she could take it all away.
She tries to cool him down with cool cloths,
But it does little to help.
She gives him medicine,
But it doesn’t seem to be working.
She is starting to panic,
She doesn’t know what to do.
Society might curse him.
She feels like she is failing him,
And she is afraid that he is going to die.
But then, slowly, the fever begins to break.
The boy starts to sweat,
And his skin begins to cool down.
His step mother sighs with relief,
She knows that he is going to be okay.
She holds him close,
And she whispers, “I’m so glad you’re better.”

Enjoy these days!

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In a world of youthful wonder, where dreams take flight,
Two siblings sat together, bathed in golden sunlight.
A brother and sister, side by side they played,
In their first red toy car, their joy never swayed.
With laughter as their fuel, they embarked on their way,
Their little hearts racing, eager for the day.
Imagination their compass, the world their grand stage,
They weaved tales of adventure, page by cherished page.
The brother, a captain brave, gripping the wheel so tight,
His sister, a co-pilot, her smile shining bright.
Through fields of make-believe, they raced without a care,
Exploring boundless landscapes, a bond beyond compare.
Their little red car, a vessel of dreams,
Carried them to distant lands, or so it seems.
They sailed through rolling hills and mountains tall,
Chasing rainbows and stars, they never feared to fall.
Together, they conquered the roaring ocean’s spray,
With the wind in their hair, they’d find their own way.
Through imaginary cities, bustling and alive,
They painted a world where their spirits could thrive.
The brother, a knight, fought dragons fierce and tall,
His sister, a princess, standing proud, never to fall.
In their crimson chariot, they soared through the sky,
Bringing magic to their world, as clouds danced by.
As twilight embraced the horizon, they knew time would fly,
But memories in their hearts would forever amplify.
For within that red toy car, their innocence bloomed,
A bond between siblings, forever entwined and groomed.
Though years may pass, and the red toy car grown old,
The echoes of their laughter, a treasure to behold.
For in the realm of childhood, where dreams are set free,
Two siblings sat and played, forever cherishing glee.
So, let their story be a reminder, dear and true,
Of the love between siblings, that forever will renew.
In that first red toy car, their spirits will remain,
A testament to the magic of youth, time cannot restrain.

Why we are not talking/making Cashew powder bark(Chikki)?

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Lols. Loved these lines a lot. So thought of using these as my recipe’s title.

This is a totally new kind of caramel popcorn making time idea. We tried and found that it is actually a no fail recipe. Very quick(trust me) as well.

Ingredients –

1- 3 Cups of powdered cashews

(You need to warm cashews for a minute on high in the microwave before grinding)

2- 1/4 Cup cashews broken pcs for garnishing.

3- 3 Cups sugar mixed with 1/2 cup of butter

4- 1/2 Tsp Soda by carb (a must- to make batk/chikki soft crunchy)

5- 1 Tap vanilla essence

6- 1 Tbsp finest powder of green cardamom(optional)

7- One big metal tray greased well for spreading the bark.

Method –

1- Take a heavy bottom pan and warm butter and sugar in it on low flame.

2- The moment it melts well and turns light brownish, mix in soda by carb with vanilla essence, mix (whisk) well. In high speed but carefully.

3- Now close the flame and immediately put in cashew powder and cardamom powder. Keep mixing very well.

4- Pour in greased metal tray and spread it as widely as you can.

5- Let it cool for 50-60 minutes and after that loft from one corner with knife slightly and start breaking into the pcs. Yummmm!!!