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Diwali'09

Deepavali (deepa avali - array of lights) - Its one festival that's celebrated throughout India with great enthusiasm and happiness!!

This year I decided to make it special by cooking all the three meals for the day!! (well, all the people who ate it are alive and happy so I guess it was good)

The menu was paal payasam, chilli gobi, fried rice, kadai paneer.

Cooking all the items was not the big deal.. but how I felt made the difference. Most of the times I cook for myself and that's not so great! You cook and if somebody else enjoys it(smack!) then you feel great!

I never thought I can be house-wife material.. But doing all the cleaning and cooking left me feeling like that.. :) Not only me.. every girl feels like this when she does something like this... I guess. From my experience and from what i hear off my female friends, I came to this kind of a conclusion.

Its nothing but the "what you do you become" concept!! You hurt you get hurt; you help you get help; you cook you become a good cook; you love and you become love!!! :)

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