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Food For Thought!Makhana or Fox Nuts or Lotus SeedsI've always been a foodie, and a great advocate of "Eating to your heart's content". Because to me food is not just a source of energy that provides the basic nutrients to sustain, rather it plays a vital role in keeping one of the "Micro" aspect of life satiated. Right kind of food creates a considerable impact upon our over all health and well being, consequently keeping our "Whole" (Soul) happy. If you've read my "About" page, you would probably know what I am talking about. Today I am going to talk about an important nutritional snack "Makhana or Fox nuts or Lotus seeds". Makhana is one of the most underrated health snack of all time. We can also consider it to be the Asian version of PopCorn! as they are mostly cultivated in India, China and Japan. Makhana or Lotus seeds are obtained from the water lilies, and these seeds are packed with nutrients. Makhana is a popula…
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Hi! Welcome to The eXpression Space, I am Hope - Dee, I live in the US and I am originally from India. I earned my degree in Economics and did my post graduation in Human Resource Management, thus a Human Resource Professional turned into a Blogger and Writer. So, now you must be thinking, that why do I have a weird name "Hope-Dee", well my actual name is "Deepti", yes "Deepti Singh" and in Hindi "Deepti" means "light", the last ray of Hope. I took to this name for writing purposes as it is not just easier to pronounce but is also relevant to my original name. India is considered to be the land of Buddha and Gandhi, and having born in the spiritual capital of this country helped me find my true calling and purpose in life, which is to light up people's lives through my writings.
"The eXpression Space" aims to help people with "Self realization", and finding their true calling. The objective of this blog i…
Hi! Welcome to The eXpression Space, I am Hope - Dee, I live in the US and I am originally from India. I earned my degree in Economics and did my post graduation in Human Resource Management, thus a Human Resource Professional turned into a Blogger and Writer. So, now you must be thinking, that why do I have a weird name "Hope-Dee", well my actual name is "Deepti", yes "Deepti Singh" and in Hindi "Deepti" means "light", the last ray of Hope. I took to this name for writing purposes as it is not just easier to pronounce but is also relevant to my original name. India is considered to be the land of Buddha and Gandhi, and having born in the spiritual capital of this country helped me find my true calling and purpose in life, which is to light up people's lives through my writings.
"The eXpression Space" aims to help people with "Self realization", and finding their true calling. The objective of this blog i…
From Fiction Corner, Stories to Inspire ! SHE ( A Short story of an illegal Bangladeshi Immigrant in India, a slice of her life and struggle that eventually led her to a better life)
SHE
"Parool","Aye Parool" banging on our old styled Iron entrance gate was a voice coming from a distance. "Paro, please leave everything and answer your mother, she is such a crackpot!", said my mother annoyingly. Paro was evidently upset, she tossed the broom which she held in her hand and quickly ran to respond to her mother's call. First she grumbled, then shouted from our balcony in Bangla (Language spoken in Bangladesh and India) "Ki Holo"(what happened). Me and my younger sister, ran behind her to catch a glimpse of her mother. This was a trend, as her mother's shabby and weird looks always amused us and we often thought of her to be practicing black magic.
One summer afternoon, when my mother was applying hair oil onto my long thick hair, a girl somewhere in her mid teens, appeared in front of us. She was wearing a sari, wrapped in Bengali style, it wa…
"Parool","Aye Parool" banging on our old styled Iron entrance gate was a voice coming from a distance. "Paro, please leave everything and answer your mother, she is such a crackpot!", said my mother annoyingly. Paro was evidently upset, she tossed the broom which she held in her hand and quickly ran to respond to her mother's call. First she grumbled, then shouted from our balcony in Bangla (Language spoken in Bangladesh and India) "Ki Holo"(what happened). Me and my younger sister, ran behind her to catch a glimpse of her mother. This was a trend, as her mother's shabby and weird looks always amused us and we often thought of her to be practicing black magic.
One summer afternoon, when my mother was applying hair oil onto my long thick hair, a girl somewhere in her mid teens, appeared in front of us. She was wearing a sari, wrapped in Bengali style, it wa…