#how to make pulao

[rozinasrecipe]

Recipe Ingredients 3 small size potatoes 1 carrot 1 capsicum 2 medium size onion 3-4 tbsp oil Fry all the vegetable 3-4 tbsp oil 6 piece green cardamom Cinnamon stick 1 black cardamom Fry Onion Add 1 kg chicken Fry it until golden brown 2 bay leaves 2 tbsp ginger garlic paste Fry it for 3-4 minutes 1 cube of chicken stock 1/2 tsp black pepper powder 1 tsp red chili powder 1 tsp corriender powder 1/2 cup beaten yogurt Fry it until oil separated Add vegetables Cover it and cook it for 2-3 minutes 4 and 1/2 cup water 3 cup washed rice Cook it on high flame until big bubble comes Then stir it and cook it on medium flame until water become dry then put a tawa under it and cook it for 20-25 minutes.

[spicyvegrecipes]

Vegetable Pulao Recipe | How to make veg Pulao

Vegetable Pulao Recipe Vegetable pulao, also known as veg pulao, is a popular Indian rice dish made with rice and a mix of assorted vegetables. If you are looking for simple, one-pot comfort food that’s easy to make and tasty, then You can also make this. This is loaded with lots of vegetables, and the best part is you can add any vegetables you want to make this Pulao. This Vegetable Pulao…

[rajanjolly]

Curry Leaves Pulao | How To Make Curry Leaves Rice Pulao | Curry Leaves ...

[bloggerkey]

Easy Diwali Sweets Recipes | घर पर बनाएं स्वादिष्ट मिठाइयाँ और नमकीन व्यंजन

Introductionदिवाली, जिसे ‘Festival of Lights’ के नाम से भी जाना जाता है, भारत का एक प्रमुख और पारंपरिक त्योहार है। इस दिन हर घर में मिठाइयाँ और नमकीन व्यंजन बनते हैं, जो इस त्योहार को और भी खास बनाते हैं। Easy Diwali Sweets Recipes , Diwali sweets, और Diwali snacks जैसे keywords इस पोस्ट के लिए महत्वपूर्ण हैं, ताकि अधिक से अधिक लोग इस जानकारी को पढ़ सकें और लाभ उठा सकें। इस ब्लॉग में हम आपको…

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Taste Of Millions.

Chapter 1: “magnum opus”

Synopsis: You have everything — power, fame, a five-star empire built on your tongue alone. But to complete The Palate Atlas, your lifelong culinary magnum opus, you need one final dish. And it just so happens the only person who knows how to make it is a rude, no-name chef hidden in the back alleys of Seoul — a girl who couldn’t care less who you are, and whose recipe may cost you more than your pride.

Word Count: 2,100

Karina X Male!Reader

You have everything — fame, money, power, connections.

A name spoken in hushed reverence from Tokyo to Tuscany.

You own Seoul’s crown jewel — a five-Michelin-star restaurant tucked into the city’s most coveted avenue, where getting a reservation is akin to winning the lottery and being disappointed is a myth.

You were never interested in spotlight or status. You just wanted the perfect taste — that impossible convergence of history, emotion, and craftsmanship on the tip of your tongue. You didn’t crave people. You craved flavor. The kind that haunts your memory long after it’s gone. The kind that hurts.

So when you took the stage to announce your first and final personal project, you didn’t smile. You simply spoke.

“The Palate Atlas.”

A map of the world through food — a lifelong pursuit to archive a hundred nations through their most truthful dish. No gimmicks. No adaptations. No reinterpretations. Just authenticity.

The audience cheered. Flashbulbs burst. Your name trended in four languages before the hour ended.

But the moment you stepped offstage, you went straight back to your private test kitchen, rolled up your sleeves, and resumed work.

A week passed. You’d been awake for almost three days straight, perfecting the seasoning ratio of a sauce inspired by Eritrean berbere.

You were at the stove when a knock came.

“Sir, may I come in?” a muffled voice called.

“Come in.”

Your eyes stayed fixed on the simmering sauce. The scent was close — fiery, earthy, aromatic — but not quite there.

Your assistant, Jiho, entered with a tablet in hand and a professional stiffness that you appreciated. He never wasted your time.

“I’ve finalized the confirmations with chefs from Afghanistan, Albania, Algeria, Andorra, Angola, Antigua and Barbuda, and the United States. The Bahamas and Canada are also ready for sampling. Korea is reserved for the final leg as per your instruction. China, the Philippines, and Vietnam are still pending.” He paused. “Would you like me to push the Vietnam confirmation?”

You gave a slight nod. “Do it. Prioritize northern provinces.”

Jiho swiped across the tablet. “Noted.”

“And remove Canada. I’ve had enough of maple-tinted nostalgia.”

“Understood.”

You finally looked up, the glow of the burner dancing in your eyes. “Tell them I’m not coming to be impressed. I’m coming to taste the truth. Nothing more.”

“I already told them,” Jiho replied without blinking. “Some cried. One hung up.”

You almost smiled. Almost.

Then the journey began.

You moved like a ghost through borders and altitudes. In every country, they rolled out the red carpet. In some, they tried to treat you like royalty. In others, like a threat. Either way, it didn’t matter.

In Afghanistan, you sat cross-legged on a dirt floor while a family of seven gathered around you. Kabuli Pulao was set down in a cracked ceramic bowl. It was good — heavy with saffron and dried fruit, balanced with tender lamb — but too careful. You chewed. Swallowed. Looked around the room.

“The rice is scared of the meat,” you muttered.

And they knew what you meant.

In Albania, you tasted Tavë Kosi in the back kitchen of a village house. The yogurt sauce was rich, but lacked conviction. You stood up before finishing, dusted your jacket off, and simply said, “It needed to choose between acid and warmth. It chose neither.”

In Algeria, you sat with three generations in a concrete courtyard while Chorba simmered over coal. You said nothing after eating, but wrote two lines in your black notebook and left.

In Antigua, the ocean rocked the boat as you ate oil-down with salted meat and callaloo. You said nothing for half an hour — just let the flavor sit. Your assistant finally broke the silence.

“What’s the verdict?”

You closed your eyes.

“It’s closer to memory than taste. Write that down.”

And so it went.

Country after country. Taste after taste.

You were unshaken, analytical, relentless. In Venezuela, you broke down a stew mid-meal and began re-seasoning it in front of the chef. In Greenland, you threw out a plate before even tasting it, just by smelling the fat content in the air. In the Philippines, you tasted sinigang from a grandmother in Tarlac and wrote a full page in silence, your head bowed.

By the time you returned to Seoul, Jiho greeted you with a single figure:

“Eighty-six percent complete.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s missing?”

“Korea. Philippines is pending a second dish, and Vietnam is rescheduling your Da Nang stop due to the monsoon.”

“Forget Vietnam for now.”

Jiho hesitated. “Sir, one more thing.”

You glanced at him.

He turned his tablet toward you. There was a screenshot of a blurry photo — a doorway tucked in between two worn-down buildings in Jongno, nearly invisible save for a single red light above it.

“She doesn’t advertise. No contact. No name on the door. But the locals say... she serves one dish. Only one. It changes every week. No repeats. No pattern. No assistance. No one’s managed to get a recipe out of her.”

You studied the photo. It didn’t look like much. It looked... forgotten.

But something in your chest twitched.

“What’s her name?” you asked.

“Karina.”

The name stopped everything.

Your fingers froze against the counter. You didn't show it, but Jiho caught the millisecond delay in your response.

“Do you know her?”

“No,” you lied.

He watched you, but didn’t press.

“She’s the last one,” you said. “If her dish is real — if it’s not a myth — she completes the Atlas.”

“And if she doesn’t share it?”

You stared at the flickering burner.

“Then I’ll take it.”

Jiho straightened his back. “I’ll find the address.”

“Don’t.”

“Sir?”

You finally looked him in the eye.

“I’ll find it myself.”

You left your house less than an hour after landing. No unpacking. No rest. No greetings.

Considering how long you’ve lived on and off planes, being home-deprived means nothing to you now. Seoul felt like any other layover — one step closer to the finish line.

Your luggage remained untouched by the front door. The air still smelled like imported bergamot from the last guest chef’s visit, and the automatic lights followed you like a spotlight through the halls. Still, you didn’t stop. You didn’t breathe in the comfort.

You stepped out in silence, dressed in black slacks and a coat meant for walking through back alleys, not red carpets.

Ring... ring... ring...

“Good evening, sir. How can I be of help?” Jiho’s voice came through, calm and ready.

“I’m off to Jongno.”

A pause. “Copy, sir. Would you like me to arrange something for the night? Perhaps a suite?”

“Royal suite.”

“Understood. I’ll contact the Shilla.”

You hung up. You didn’t need the comfort of the suite. You just needed it to be waiting.

You didn’t even glance in its direction as your car turned. The driver was silent. You preferred it that way.

The streets of Jongno narrowed the deeper you went in. Bright signs dimmed. Noise softened. Seoul peeled off layer by layer until it felt like an entirely different city — older, untouched. The kind of place where history lives in the dust and ghosts know your name.

Even for someone like you, finding it wasn’t easy. There was no pin on any map. Just a vague string of overheard directions. A tea shop with no menu. A red door between two dead neon signs. A silence behind a laundromat where you swear you heard a bell ring without being touched.

But you weren’t a man who got lost.

And then — there it was.

A worn building hidden behind rows of faded curtains and rusted signage. Between two locked-up stores. No name. No logo. Just a single red lantern faintly glowing above a charcoal-black door. Weathered. Faintly humming with heat.

You stepped out of the car and approached alone.

No one greeted you.

No queue. No staff.

Just silence.

And then... the smell hit you.

Subtle at first — then disarming.

It wasn’t one note, like most kitchens. It was a hundred things at once: toasted sesame, burning soy, green onion left to sweat in butter, a hint of vinegar so perfectly balanced it almost made your eyes water.

You opened the door.

It didn’t creak. It didn’t swing. It allowed you in.

The room was barely lit. There were only three tables. Two were empty. One was occupied by a single man — eyes closed, smiling faintly, as if reliving something that didn’t belong to this lifetime.

You stepped in, wordless. The man looked up at you, blinked, then quickly stood and left. He didn’t even ask for the bill.

Your eyes scanned the interior. The walls were painted with age, not color. The shelves were full of mismatched pottery. The floor creaked with each step, but it wasn’t unpleasant — it just meant it had stories to tell.

Then came the sound.

Knife against wood. Slow. Precise.

You turned toward the open kitchen.

She stood there — head bowed, sleeves rolled, a streak of flour on her wrist.

She didn’t look up.

She didn’t need to.

She just said—

“You’re something.”

That’s all she says — without looking up, without asking who you are.

There’s no menu. No greeting. No performance. Just her.

You take the seat closest to the counter, back straight, hands folded. The silence in the room is alive. It wraps around you, waiting for something to break it.

She moves through the kitchen like a ghost that knows every corner. Her motions are sharp but unhurried. Her fingers never flinch, even when slicing green onions so finely they melt into the broth. She doesn’t glance at you once.

You study her — not out of curiosity, but because that’s how you learned to survive in this world. She’s young. Late twenties, maybe. Apron too big for her frame. Hair tied up in a loose knot that keeps slipping no matter how many times she fixes it.

Her kitchen is spotless. But not sterile.

There’s a warmth to it. A familiarity in the way things are placed — chopsticks beside the burner, a hand towel hooked on the cabinet, the faintest hum of a radio turned so low it sounds like memory.

Finally, she lifts a single bowl.

Steam curls upward, carrying a scent so delicate you stop breathing for a second.

She walks toward you, feet light on the wooden floor.

She sets the bowl down in front of you with both hands.

Then, and only then, she meets your gaze.

Her eyes are dark. Not empty — just tired. The kind of tired that doesn’t come from lack of sleep, but from holding everything in for too long.

“Eat while it’s hot,” she says, softly this time.

You glance down. The broth is cloudy but rich, floating with tender slices of beef, thin daikon, scallion. But there’s something else. Something sharper under the surface. A scent that’s not familiar — and that’s exactly what makes it impossible to ignore.

You pick up the spoon.

The heat burns, just slightly. But the flavor—

You pause.

It’s not perfect. Not in the traditional sense.

But it’s honest.

And that’s what knocks the air out of your lungs.

You don’t speak. Neither does she.

After a while, she leans back against the counter and crosses her arms.

“It’s not for you,” she says, almost to herself.

You look up.

“I didn’t cook that for you,” she repeats. “I don’t serve critics. Or Michelin judges. Or rich people looking for a thrill.”

You hold her stare.

“Then who do you cook for?”

She hesitates — not dramatically, just naturally.

“Myself,” she says. “And anyone who’s still hungry at the end of the day.”

You look around. There’s no staff. No cameras. No chef’s coat with embroidered names.

Just her. Just this.

You set your spoon down slowly.

“You know who I am,” you say, not as a threat. Just fact.

She doesn’t blink. “Of course. You’re the man trying to eat the world.”

You wait. But she doesn’t ask why. She doesn’t ask what you think of the food. She doesn’t even ask if you’ll pay.

Instead, she turns around, picks up a small pot of broth, and pours herself a bowl.

You watch as she sits on the far stool, across the counter, barefoot now, pulling one knee to her chest.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she mumbles through a mouthful, “I’m not giving you the recipe.”

“you should leave, this place isn’t for your tongue, nor your palate.” she added.

[najia-cooks]

Hey Najia! I love this blog so much! I have a question. I find cooking pretty difficult sometimes. I'm chronically ill and also the kitchen stresses me out a bit because I'm very scatterbrained and there's knives and fire and stuff. I also fuck things up in the kitchen pretty easy. Are there any recipes on here you find particularly easy to make? That you'd recommend for when you just cannot be arsed? Hope you're having a wonderful day, I know it's your birthday 😄🎉

Thank you!

I can understand your stress—cooking can involve things that are objectively dangerous and also time-sensitive. I'd recommend:

Try recipes where you don't have to come into direct contact with the blades you use. Some Indian dals, for example, cook lentils in a sauce made from blended onion, tomato, and garlic; you could process them using a food processor or blender. A lot of things (fresh salsa, guacamole, a duqqa of garlic, chilies, and spices that you can throw in to cook with some lentils) can be prepared in a mortar and pestle, too.

I've never used one, but a vegetable chopper might help in a similar way that a food processor would, by reducing the amount of knifework that you have to do. There are a lot of recipes where a chopped onion is the only knifework required.

Also try recipes that are cooked in the oven, and not on the stovetop. Something that gets thrown into the oven on low heat to cook (like a casserole or fukharat dish) takes longer, but is more hands-off, than something that's cooked on the stove.

Do all of your prep work first. Read through the recipe and see what chopping, blending &c. needs to be done, prep each ingredient, and put it in its own little bowl. This includes anything in the ingredients list that says "1 onion, diced" or similar: do that right off the bat. If the recipe says "meanwhile" or asks you to do prep for anything while anything else is cooking, you might choose to disregard that and do all the prep first, depending on how long the cook time is and how much attention it needs (e.g., soup on a low simmer for half an hour can pretty much be left alone; anything in a frying pan cannot). This way you won't be rushing to chop anything quickly while worrying that something else is going to overcook.

Look for vegetables, like broccoli / cauliflower / romanesco and green beans, that can be broken up with your hands rather than chopped. Rip up cilantro and parsley rather than chopping them.

Admittedly "simple" is not the guiding principle of this blog, but here are some recipes that I think could be easily adapted:

Fukharat l3des: just one onion to chop. Cooked on low heat in the oven.

Fried tofu sandwich: just mixing sauces and spices. You can skip coating the tofu in cornstarch and frying it. Instead try freezing the whole block, thawing it, cutting into two or four pieces, and then marinating it in a plastic bag with your sauce overnight. Then bake the tofu for 15-20 minutes, turning once, at 350 °F (180 °C).

Roasted celery and potato soup: requires only very rough chopping; the cooking methods are baking and simmering. The fried tempering could be skipped by just adding those ingredients into the simmer earlier.

Carrot salad or chickpea salad or tapenade: you could throw all of the ingredients in a food processor.

Moroccan lentils: just an onion and tomato to grate or process.

Kashmiri lal chaman: the only thing you need to cut is tofu; the gravy is just water and spices. You could bake the tofu instead of frying it.

Black bean burgers: no chopping or frying if you omit the onion and carrot and elect to bake the finished patties.

'Chicken' and olive tajine: the marinade is blended or pounded, and there is no other prepwork to do other than chopping one onion. Everything can be simmered on low heat until cooked, so it's pretty hands-off.

Chana pulao: mostly rice, chickpeas, and spices. Some aromatic prep, but you could crush instead of chopping those.

Romanesco quiche: no knifework at all if you omit the aromatics and break aprt the romanesco with your hands.

Spanish garlic mushrooms: just crush garlic instead of slicing and buy pre-sliced mushrooms. There is frying, though.

Eggplant cooked salad: the eggplant is broiled and then spooned out. No knifework required if you use tomato puree.

Butternut squash soup: just roasting and simmering. No knifework required if you omit the aromatics and buy pre-cubed squash.

Dishes with a base of lentils, chickpeas, beans, rice, and/or noodles are great because there's no knifework that needs to be done to prepare the beans &c. themselves.

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

ATSV As Things My Friends Said On Our School Trip

Miguel: listen here motherfucker I don’t need to be on my period to be a bad person

42!Miles: YOUR PARENTS SHOULD HAVE USED PROTECTION

1610!Miles: WE’RE LITERALLY TWINS???

The Spot: oh would you look at that - it’s time to go batshit crazy! :D

Hobie: 🎶 I just crapped my pants, thought it was a fart… it was diarrhoea 🥰 🎶

Jess: if you’re trying to make Mayday feel better this is not how you do it.

Pavitr: (trying his best to shuffle) CALIFORNIA 🌴 GIRLS 👧 WE’RE UNFORGETTABLE 💋 DAISY DUKES 🩳 BIKINIS 👙 ON TOP

1610!Miles: (watching him with Gwen from a distance) …who’s gonna tell him

Gwen: I think he’ll figure it out in 3… 2…

Pavitr: (falls into pool)

Hobie: HAHAHA UNO!

Pavitr: nuh uh

Hobie: fym nuh uh??

Pavitr: EAT PLUS 4S MOTHERFUCKER (slams card on table)

Peter B.: And what do we say when we hurt someone’s feelings?

Mayday: (raises her hand) FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

Peter B.: Mayday NO

Hobie: Mayday YES!

Gwen: FEEL THE WRATH OF THE TEENAGE GIRL ANGST (sprays water at everyone through a hose)

Hobie: I’m having a midlife crisis, people!

Gwen: …midlife? You only plan to live until you’re 36?

Hobie: honestly if I live that long that’s quite an accomplishment

Margo: do you have games on your phone

Miguel: no

Margo: then SHOVE OVER and let me download my dress up game or I WILL burn this place to the ground.

Miguel: wh-

Margo: LISTEN HERE BUDDY. Super Stylist is the one thing keeping me sane, okay? Okay. Give me your phone. This is not a request.

42!Miles: oh look! It’s the less cool version of me

1610!Miles: AT LEAST I DON’T SPEND HALF AN HOUR EVERY DAY TALKING TO MYSELF IN THE MIRROR WHILE DOING MY FUCKING EYELINER

Gwen: what if-

1610!Miles: Look. I love you with all my heart and I always will, okay? YES I would love you if you were a goose. Yes I would love you if you were a poisonous caterpillar. Yes I would love you if you were a tree trunk. You don’t have to keep asking.

1610!Miles: now go to sleep PLEASE it’s 3am and you’re a demon in the morning until you have coffee. I’m not sure I’ll have the energy to hold you back from socking people when they wish you good morning

Bonus:

(Nikita is my spidersona and Maitreyi is @hobiebrownismygod ‘s)

Pavitr: currymuncher

Nikita: Basic ass bitch ‘oh plain dal chaaval mera pyaar’

Pavitr: UNBUTTERED NAAN

Nikita: EMPTY SAMOSA

Pavitr: TASTELESS PANI PURI

Nikita: oh yOU DID NOT JUST-

Maitreyi: everyone shut up right now or no gulab jamun

Pavitr:

Nikita:

Maitreyi: that’s what I thought.

Maitreyi: …useless bowls of veg biriyani

Pavitr & Nikita: IT’S FUCKING PULAO-

( @hobiebrownismygod the moment this conversation happened I immediately thought of the 3 idiots 😁)

[leeahqueen]

The echoes wave (2\2)

Ayla: This way! Commandant!

At the other end of the coastal promenade of the Esplanade in Constareye, Ayla, Sophia and Teddy waved to me.

Skk: Is it really something to be excited about?

While I was still climbing the stairs, Ayla and the others had already reached the observation deck at the end of the corridor.

After parting with Lucia and Liv on the beach, I met Ayla and Sophia in the city of Constareye, as well as Teddy from the engineering force that Ayla had just called.

Probably because Constareye is now co-managed by the Art Association, Ayla's original vitality appears to be even more abundant in this city.

But this was only a brief glimpse into a passionate time.

Ayla: Of course! After all, this is a rare opportunity to see the sea--

After saying that, Ayla made a rather exaggerated gesture and pulled herself to the viewing platform at the end of the corridor.

Beyond the observation deck on this corridor is the beach that where I left Liv and Lucia.

Nowadays, this beach has been decorated with so many colorful decorations, and among the silhouettes of people, there is actually a bit of urban prosperity.

In the middle of the beach, directly in front of the water corridor leading to the stage in the sea, Liv and Lucia ware waving to them, and there were many structures standing beside them.

Skk: What on earth is this...

Ayla showed a sly smile.

Ayla: Commandant doesn't want to miss it either, right?

Skk: That's true.

Teddy: Really... you unbelievably passionate about this.

Sophia: Do you mean Miss Ayla?

Teddy: Yes... you don't feel tired at all? Then it seems that you are very suitable to come to the engineering force to suffer...

Ayla: Did you hear that?

Sophia: Miss Ayla's event planning skills are indeed outstanding, and she can also meet business needs at the same time.

Teddy: Hah alright, let's go...

Ayla: That's right, Liv and the others should have just finished decorating.

Skk: So Ayla planned all these things?

Ayla: Yes... and no.

Ayla: I'm just the person in charge! This sentiment is shared by everyone.

Sophia: Of course, this intention must also include wanting to design a frame...

Ayla: Okay, okay! Let's go, Commandant!

Ayla: Oh, right!

Ayla suddenly said to me slightly seriously.

Ayla: Don't forget that frame design draft.

Skk: You mean...

Teddy: Hah... Okay! Let's go...

Just like that, I was pushed by Ayla from behind, and led by Sophia and Teddy, I returned to the beach where I started.

Nowadays, the beach has been decorated with various colorful latte art, and there is also a "commercial street" with many small items and souvenirs.

Sure enough, in addition to Liv and Lucia, Strike Hawk, Dark Aries and other members of the team also came to Constareye.

Chrome: Evening, Commandant.

Kamui: Good Evening!

As he said this, Kamui suddenly appeared from the side of the beach stage like a surprise, holding a lot of victory fruits that were obviously obtained from the claw machine.

Skk: What's the result?

Kamui: I've been wanting for a long time, so I had to grab this one.

Kamui: Just now, some mechanical body told me that this result has broken the highest record in history, and this should be given to the Commandant!

Chrome: Ahem... We've only just arrived.

Chrome: I caught up with the last two space shuttles, and I remembered there was also the Egret team...

Skk: It is indeed a very rare rest period--

Pulao: Commandant!

Skk: Is Pulao here too?

Pulao: Of course! I have agreed to open a commercial street with Sophia and Changyu!

Skk: Right here?

Sophia: No, no! This is just a trial run! At best it can only be regarded as a branch of a commercial street!

Sophia: How can you make money on such a small scale?

Boom---

---A dull explosion suddenly sounded above the head---

???: Hey, 21, aren't you a little early?

???: There's something wrong with Noctis's gunpowder ratio...

???: Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

???: Has Noctis lost his brain? Shouldn't fireworks be set off at night?

It's a bit noisy, but that's okay.

At least on this season, you can still see smiles and satisfaction on everyone's face.

Liv: Commandant, you are back.

Lucia: Commandant...

Skk: Thank you for your hard work. Liv. Lucia.

Liv: We... just want to try our best to make this time as relaxing and enjoyable as possible.

Lucia: The bright seaside, the warm evening breeze... this is what the seaside should be like.

Lucia: It would be great if I could leave such a relaxing memory in the Commandant's memory.

Skk: I feel it already, Lucia.

Skk: What's next?

Liv: Of course, it is up to Commandant to decide.

Skk: Eh?

Liv: On days when there are no tasks or work, I hope that the Commandant can completely relax and enjoy this relaxation.

Liv: This is our wish.

Liv: And no matter where you are, Commandant, we will be here waiting for you.

The sun is still so warm, shining on this city like a treasure that seems to have been forgotten by disaster and time, on the beach, on Liv, Lucia, myself, and those familiar friends.

When the time comes that truly belongs to me, I don't know how to use it.

So where to go...

[Maybe I can go to that beach suitable for diving and look for it.]

[It's not a bad idea to just stay and relax like this.]

[The art park that Ayla led the way through just now?]

Just follow my own footsteps, there's still plenty of time to rest.

READ: INTRO-1 | INTRO-2 |NOAN-1 | NOAN-2

[hand-picked-star]

My 'KHAYALI PULAO'

(These are the snippet I wanted to see in IPKKND. After every rewatch, I just close my eyes and these imaginary scenes flash through my mind like they are actual scene. I am trying to articulate them here for my future recap. so that I can read them later and also hoping that some day an AI app will come where I can input these scripts and a scene will produce from the app😁😁)

His Everything

(bolna kya sikh liya ab hume hi chup kara dete hain,khushi musing in her head, Arnav smiling at his wife's antics searched his pockets for something and brought out a small red jewellary box)

Arnav: ye hain tumari sagun,meri taraf se.(surprising khushi, a smile started to form in her lips) common open it.

Arnav: it is your gift from me (surprising khushi, a smile started to form in her lips) common open it.

(khushi opening a Jewellary box revealing a pair of dainty gold bangle inside it.simple yet so elegant.she took them in her hand and looked at Arnav)

Arnav: iske andhar khuch likha hain,see.

Arnav: there's something written inside,see.

(khushi being perplexed looking inside the band of the bangles. there written the line 'you are my everything' in simple artistic way..khushi got very emotional.the number of time she heard 'you meant nothing to me' from him.now in her bedroom,at the day of her sagun day with that very person,holding a bangle that would be her favourite that she would never take off and seeing the writings inside it, acted like a balm to a sore she didn't realize she had.On the other hand Arnav couldn't stand the emotional air any longer,he knew it would be very cheesy, but he wanted to give her someting memorable and without any further thinking went with the flow, but at this moment thinking he should have think more.he started to talk)

Arnav: itna bhi bura nehi hain jo tum isko dekhke ro do. (he took the bangles and proceed to slid them slowly in her wrist.then he took both of her hand around his waist and bring her closer making her to look up at his eyes)

Arnav: it's not that bad that you'll start crying.(he took them from her hand and proceed to slid them slowly in hers.then he took both of her hand around his waist and bring her closer making her to look up at his eyes)

Khushi: (reining her emotion and smiling through her tears) bohot accha hain.

khushi : (reining her emotion and smiling through her tears) it's very beautiful.

Arnav: ese hi ek bangle tum pehle bhi pehenti thi na? bohot din se tumari hat main nehi dekha. kya hua uska?

Arnav: a bangle like that you used to wear everyday before, you haven't wore it for long time.what happened to it?

khushi: (being surprised) upko kese pata?

khushi: (being surprised) how do you know?

Arnav: mujhe tumari har baat ki khabar rehti hain,khushi kumari gupta.

Arnav: i keep tab on everything about you, khushi kumari gupta

khushi: woh apko yaad hain ekbar humne apke office main lavanya ji ke nam pe bohot saree paude laye the?woh sab humne woh churiya bech ke kiya tha,woh meri amma ki thi.

khushi: did you remember one time I brought lots of plant in your office on behalf of lavanya ji? I brought them by selling the bangles.

Arnav:(frowning and feeling an anger forming out of irritation at the selflessness of this girl) Apni churiya bech ke?(pause) pagal ho kya tum?

Arnav: (frowning and feeling an anger forming out of irritation at the selflessness of this girl) by selling your bangles? (pause) are you mad?

Khushi : (smiling and proceed to fix his tie,pouting her lips slightly) apko toh sab pata hain na hamari bare main,par ap kya e jante hain ke apke liye hum kuch bhi kar sakte hain? hume lagta tha ke lavanya ji aur ap ek dushre se pyaar (a slight catch in her voice) karte thein aur hamare bajayse apka rista thut geya,isliye humne....(she trails off)

Khushi : (smiling and proceed to fix his tie,pouting her lips slightly) you know everything about me, huh? but do you know that I can do anything for you? I thought that you and lavanya ji loved each other (a slight catch in her voice) and because of me you two broke up. That's why I..... (she trails off)

(but Arnav was having a heart numbing realization with flashbacks of a morning in a terrace with him in a white shirt and her in a blue salwar kamiz, when she was minute away from jumping from the edge of the roof.he never gave any serious thought to this incidence,always brush aside as her childish ploys to compell him to reveal the truth of their marriage. but for the first time since that happened he was seeing the whole picture)

Arnav: (whispering) tum usdin chad pe? tum sach main kud ne wali thi? how dare you khushi?tum abhi iss (pause) bakht mujhe promise karo ke (pause) tum (pause) phir se esa karne ke baremain (pause) kabhi sochogi bhi nahi.(getting agitated by the minutes but he was whispering all of these) promise me dammit.tum esa soch bhi kese sakte ho?(still whispering)

Arnav: That day on terrace? you were serious about jumping? how dare you khushi? you right now (pause) promise me that (pause) you will never ever (pause) think about doing such thing again (getting agitated by the minutes but he was whispering all of this) promise me damn it. how can you even think about doing it? (still whispering)

khushi:( fully understand his turmoil at this moment which she wouldn't have before as she didn't know the past, place her hands on both side of his face, barely concealing her own tear, nodding her head feverantly)shhhh, hum wada karta hain.

khushi:(now fully understand his turmoil, place her hands on both side of his face, barely concealing her own tear, nodding her head feverantly)shhhh, i promise.

(Arnav drew her close to him hugging her tightly to himself, thinking how close he was to lose his everything, almost walking in the road of his late mother)

[spicyvegrecipes]

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Day Six

Happy Sunday! (if you live where I do lol) thanks to all 22 of you are hanging out with me and doing these! they're a lot of fun to think of and I'm glad you're all having a good time answering them!

~soft edition~

whats your go-to comfort movie?

what's your favorite comfort food?

what do you like to do to cheer yourself up?

say three nice things about your appearance

say three nice things about your personality

say three nice things about your intelligence

what brings you peace?

what is a great personal, handmade gift that someone could make you?

what reminds you of home? (it could be your physcial house, but it could also be the feeling of home)

tag someone who makes you smile :)

whats your go-to comfort movie? I think most movies I grew up watching so mostly bollywood like 3 idiots, Taare Zameen par, udaan, andaz apna apna, yjhd, znmd etc

what's your favorite comfort food? Forms of rice. Rice with dal and ghee, curd rice, pulao, masale bhat and taak, fried rice etc

what do you like to do to cheer yourself up? Sleep lol. Or listen to music, draw something, eat something sweet, talk to my friends etc.

say three nice things about your appearance

I love that I am tall

I love my eyes

I love my hair

say three nice things about your personality

I am caring

I am kind

I am creative

say three nice things about your intelligence

I was always smart

I am curious and I love learning new things

I am good at organising a particular concept and visualising it.

what brings you peace? When I am doing what I love. Or my loved ones.

what is a great personal, handmade gift that someone could make you? Honestly it doesn't matter. If someone puts that much effort of making something handmade idc whatever it is I am keeping it forever.

what reminds you of home? (it could be your physcial house, but it could also be the feeling of home) Food lol. I'll most prolly be moving out soon idek how am I gonna live without the homecooked food lol

tag someone who makes you smile :) Honestly all of my moots and friends on here. It isn't possible to tag everyone but I am so grateful for each and everyone

I loved all the questions, hope you're doing well.

Have a nice day/night~

[i-cant-sing]

People have real world problems and yet here i am struggling to decide what to bake for the past 3 days. Should I make chocolate cake, brownies (and if so, should i make butter or oil brownies?), blondies, cheesecake (for which i will have to make cream cheese myself), or this bengali dessert called mishti doi (which only serves to remind me how im craving bengali food- the rice and fish and lentils combo😭)

But i had a good day because i was at my muslim neighbour's house and she cooked chicken and potato gravy and steamed rice and i swear theres something so comforting eating rice with your hands (i cant explain it, but it somehow elevates the flavour 10X), and it was raining and everything was PERFECT

AND EID is coming up and I JUST KNOW SHE'S GONNA MAKE THE PILAAF (or pulao) WITH NUTS AND CARROTS 🤩

[m00nacares]

People talk about art, in my eyes art is anything you're doing with your heart, from making an amazing tea/dalgona/latte/mocha/espresso, cooking mouthwatering pastas/biryani/daal-chawal/pulao or any other yummiest dish, organizing the closet, decoring the house to make it home, writing a letter with your own hands to loved one, making up yourself and other girlies, taking the blur,non-aesthetic pictures or the cool aesthetic ones, to painting, drawing and making building architectures it is all the art. For different people it's different.

But one thing which i demand is appreciation of art no matter what, i some how a lil bit but dislike the people who never appreciate other people's work so my dear people take a lil moment breath and appreciate the art around you if it's in the form of food, nature, paintings, calligraphies or the building just appreciate it by all you heart and be thankful to Allah for your eyes that are able to witness every kind of art!

[cleansingreflections]

Version 1.29 "Cinder Burns"

I wanted to compile all info about this version in a post and i might do this with every version so i dont forget anything :3

New Floating Record Chapter: "Cinder Burns"

2. New uniframe "Noan: Arca": - 10% Physical + 90% Lightning - Weapon: Expulsion Blade - Signature: Prometheus

3. New weapon "Expulsion Blade": - 4* Hope of the village: DMG of Basic Attacks increase by 15%; - 5* High Frequency Particle Sword: Increases Signal Orb DMG by 20%; - 6* Prometheus: Increases ATK by 10%. Using Exceed Deduction and Sublimation Strike restores 10 Energy. Doubles Dodge Gauge recovery rate.

4. New coatings: - Dreamweaver: SFX coating for Pulao: Dragontoll, 168 RC; - Red Blossom: Weapon coating for Dragon Axe, 28 RC; - Homecoming: coating for Noan: Arca, 68 RC, 49 Blueprints after patch 1.30. - This version's battle pass weapon coating will be for Camu: Crocotta's Greatsword.

Returning coatings: - Street Rebellion: SFX coating for Luna: Laurel, 168 RC.

5. New memory set "Shelley": - 2-Piece Set: Increases Lightning DMG by 10%. - 4-Piece Set: Gain Super Armor during 3-pings and Exceed Deduction. When performing a 3-ping, DMG received during Exceed Deduction and Sublimation Strike is nullified and Dodge Gauge proportional to the amount of HP lost will be consumed instead. This effect will not occur if there is insufficient Dodge Gauge remaining. - 6-Piece Set: Doubles the base DMG multiplier for Exceed Deduction and Sublimation Strike.

6. Events: - Inner world - Operation uniframe - Immunopolis - Limit Break

7. Uniframe skills: - Qu: Pavo - Noan: Arca

8. Character leap: - Watanabe: Astral

9. Miscellaneous: - Simulated Siege: Added 2 categories of skills, Linked tactics and Solo tactics. After choosing a category, players will obtain one fixed skill and then get to choose 3 more between 6 skills related to the category they picked. Linked tactics favors character swapping, while Solo tactics favors QTEs; - Stronghold: chapters 16, 17 and 18 added; - The maximum amount of skill points that can be kept in inventory has been raised; - More enemies coming in Data simulation; - Voucher store will have a timer to show how much time is left before the next shop refresh; - The skill UI is modified for a better formatting, making it easier to read; - The Ascension tutorial can now be directly accessed from the Ascension interface; - A shortcut that allows you to quickly add artworks to the list of your custom loading screens has been added to the Codex.

[choropilled]

ive mentioned before that neither cy or zarah know how to cook. now despite this and regardless of american background i will say this. They can manage Some things. zarahs better at baking things ans cy can manage to cook a little if someone helps her.

all this being said i dont care what i have to do to make it make sense but given the opportunity to have pakistani food they both WILL make it if they have to. zarah is Capable of making decent ras malai. cypress has made biryani before but burnt it. things like nihari, pulao etc are a bit on the harder side but she can make a decent singaporean rice.

also she eats mayo with a spoon but thats only tangentially related

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Commandant! Happy Birthday!

Hello, Commandant! This is Pulao from Kowloong! Long time no see. How have you been... Ahem, that's all the pleasantries Yazi told me to say, I think? I heard that it's your birthday today, Commandant, and people have secretly prepared a celebration on the Nighter! I've planned to set up a small shop to sell the candies I practiced making in secret. That will make me a small fortune... Anyway, this is the finished product. Give it a try, Commandant! But don't lick too hard, or your tongue will stick to it like mine did... From: Pulao's Letter I

AАAAAAAАННН SORRY FOR THE MIX-UP

I'm so sorry I mixed it up... It's actually my Activation Date today. Thanks for reminding me, Commandant. How embarrassing! So the celebration is for me? No wonder people seem to be avoiding me lately. Honestly, I don't remember much about my past, but l'm surprised you still remember, Commandant... Hehe, that does make me quite happy. Didn't you say people can make a wish on their birthday? Can I also make a wish? Even if it's a little bit greedy? Like asking you to play with me for a whole day... That's not greedy at all? What about... No! That's too embarrassing….. Anyway, I'll be waiting for you on the Nighter. I'lI tell you my wish then. Pinky promise! From: Pulao's Letter Il

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