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A warm bowl of delicious Indian carrot pudding lifts my inner wintry spirit. I prepared it using only condensed milk without adding extra sugar. This yummy reddish bowl is all we need to warm up in cozy nights. Nutrition Value This recipe serves an approx 6 bowls of pudding with a maximum of 140 calories each. The pudding has carrot, condensed milk, and whole milk it. It is a rich dessert and considering the fat amount it should be in our occasional cheat list. Carrot- 615 kcal Amul Mithai Mate - 670 kcal Milk-  296 kcal Clarified Butter-  200 kcal Total Calories- 1781 kcal Calories per bowl- 300 k cal each piece Ingredients 1 and a half kg- Red Carrot 200 gms - Condensed milk 2 cups- Whole Milk 1/4 cup mixed crushed dry fruits 2 tablespoons- Clarified butter Method Clean and shred the carrots in a food processor. Take a big pressure cooker and add clarified butter and carrot into it. In a low medium flame keep sauteing the carrots for nearly twenty mi

A hot cup of tea by the sound of rain, the smell of fresh wet sand was refreshing something within me, the quiet mist was soaking my face as I was trying to snuggle myself in the quilt. Somehow a mist-free gray hair fell over my face and preferred to float dry to tell me, yeah it's your birthday and you are, maybe, not sure, but yes, getting older now. Often, a quiet birthday brings feign of emotions. Another year goes by circling the same good and bad perplexities of life. The heap of exemplar which roles in your lives (comparisons and more comparisons), the solution is either hug-out the problems or just sit on it. A series of thoughts is catapulted in every step of our lives. I call them Ela's ELF. Each letter is focussed on something as I ponder upon what I learned. Three E's of my life is Experience, Example, and Execution. A well-read professor of mine once said "you might have more knowledge than me, but right now I have more experience than you,"

Childhood is always memorable for all of us, our family, friends, daily fun routine, school everything we want to live over and over. I grew up in a far away town, filled with people from across country, a government colony to be very precise. My roots are from the cold hills of Garhwal, but my dad's job kept us warm for good long years in the heart of Madhya Pradesh. Dad used to call it a cosmopolitan city as people from all over India were employed here. We had friends from all over the states. Dad was not much friendly but he had a very Friendly friend whom we called Mishra Uncle (in India Aunty and uncles are not subjected for relatives but mainly for neighbors and family friends). He was a very joyous person full of life and energy. In my childhood, he was the best uncle to be around but this story is about his beautiful wife, Mishra Aunty. I don't have words to subject her affection and kindness for other people and especially for me. She was a tall lady