I am too tired to start with a blog post at this time of the day, 5:10pm it is! I walked to the next station earlier the day, called Cristine to catch the train to join me. We see, all the nurseries are relocated to different venues leaving one. I had the news earlier but today we found the job done; only one is still there, the rest are turned on to a green patch of land. As of now, we do not know what the government's future plan is. In this island, this "bhangagora" / construction work goes on. They have money, they maintain it to look like a five star hotel. What I expect is a little bit of space to be left out from urbanisation. I mean when my mind hovers around folk songs, I do not find a matching place where I can sit away from home and enjoy that moment, the particular wish may vanish the next day or the day after. Again, I may get into Bollywood soft romantics, even item numbers while walking in a crowded street.
This is me, predictive or not others can say. I think my moves are very much predictive but I am not a consistent person, nothing is constant in my life except the love for my own. Okay; my love for typical Bengali, fish varieties & dishes is constant; this one with Bengal Carp variety, raw banana , potato and regular kitchen spices KANCHAKOLA ALOO DIYE RUI / KATLAR JHOL has to feature! I could have done way more fish shares with a variety of fish but I do not get them as fresh here. I like to write my blog posts, else you would have seen me sleeping now! We felt tired looking for the new venue of the nurseries; some has been relocated in the same area but we could not find in a hurry; others went to quiet far. I finally decided to buy the pots, soil, fertiliser from the existing shop; The sister at the counter and the brother who chooses the soil for me or get me the tubs are friendly. This guy can be a Southern Indian or a Bangladeshi; while talking to him, I missed that particular Bangladeshi guy who sat in another shop beside. The sister has given me a printed leaflet, I have to see which shop went where.
Me and Cristine had sugarcane juice & my favourite chives kueh. Look at the table, we wiped it with an antiseptic wet tissue before sitting there. We cannot have lunch right? There are certain people who will not heat the food, take on the plate and eat, we have to serve everything; when I just served hot, people start calling colleagues. Arey, there should be something called lunch break; I get irritated. I did nothing but instructed Cristine and got tired; she did all the work of repotting. I had to write an easy and extremely favourite fish recipe today like this one with rui ba katla, kanchakola, aloo aar shadharon moshola; KANCHAKOLA ALOO DIYE RUI / KATLAR JHOL.
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