Learn Culinary Skills as an Art with Michael Swamy

Food, the basic thing that keeps us going. Food, the topic that is taking blogosphere by storm. Food, something which we at BlogAdda love to be associated with.

The texture of the chocolate sauce, the perfect capture of that goblet of honey on pancakes, the art of making the stomach churn merely by the sight of the stylish salad bowl, and you thought food only made it from hand to mouth? The art of whipping up a dish, styling it and clicking it to store forever, all served on a platter by yours truly, BlogAdda.  Read on as we have something very very special for you.

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Interview with Shuchismita Upadhyay

12 English novelist, it’s said — and the sort of press correspondent he once was? (3), 4 Scottish meadow, hectare, that’s horrible (5). What are these and why are they here, you must be wondering. Yes, you guessed it right as these are clues in a crossword. But, what are they doing here?  They are here because the person who we have interviewed is the brain behind Crosswordunclued.com. We welcome Shuchi to your adda for this all exclusive interview. We not only speak about crosswords but also about theatre, life & many other things. Keep your pen & paper ready as we are all set to solve the crossword of life featuring Shuchismita Upadhyay.

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What happens when a mother gets free!

It was my son’s last day in school. I woke up at 6.30 a.m., as I have been doing for the last fourteen years, knocked on his door, and said: “Wake up, it’s time for school.”  But this was the last day I would be doing it. He was going for his shirt signing ceremony and bid farewell to his teachers.

The nightmare of the 12th board exams was just a month away, but that wasn’t on his mind or mine. We both grinned at each other: he, because he was looking forward to this special day, and I, because I was trying to hide my confusion. The fifteen-minute drive to Sanskriti School was over all too soon. I wanted to hug him but you don’t hug a seventeen-year old boy near the school gate.

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