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  The tradition of pickling in India Pickling has been a popular food preservation technique in India for centuries. The tradition of making pickles in India is not just a way to preserve vegetables, but it is also an important cultural practice that has been passed down through generations. Pickles are an essential part of Indian cuisine , and every region in India has its own unique way of making pickles . Add Me Homemade Dry Mango Pickle  In India , pickling is mostly done during the summer season when there is an abundance of fresh vegetables and fruits available in the market. Pickles are made using a variety of vegetables and fruits such as mangoes , lemon , carrots , ginger , cauliflower , and even meat . These are then mixed with a combination of spices, salt, and oil to create a delicious and flavorful pickle .         Check price The process of making pickles in India involves several steps. Firstly, the vegetables or fruits are cleaned, washed, and dried thorough

TheBestToReads   WHERE ARE YOU "  A n old man  peddling down the path, on his bicycle with a box full of Tart . He had a horn that was on beat, Announcing his arrival as he went by the street.   His weathered face, his eyes kind, his voice a gentle breeze, soothing to the mind. He also sold cakes and sweets , delicious and divine,  his presence made all worries leave behind.    I had no money sometimes to spare, but the old man never bothered to care. Still offering me a treat to share, his gestures of kindness were of, no compare.   Years have passed, I still recall, that angelic voice, his face so tall. His cycle , his glass box and so sweet of him, a memory that lingers, will never dim.   Now when I see a bicycle with a horn , I get reminded of him, I am reborn, With gratitude and memories that adorn, those beautiful days, never to be forlorn.   Dear Sir, I hope you are happy Still spreading your love and cheer, I have been looking for you, from some time now,  to

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TheBestToReads NOCTURNAL   " R estless at night, I toss and turn, my mind won't let my body yearn,   For sweet slumber and peaceful rest,   instead, it fills my head with unrest.   The darkness cloaks the world outside,   but inside my mind, a stormy tide,   Of thoughts and worries that won't subside,   keeps me awake, with eyes open wide.   The city's sounds are muffled and low,   as if the night has put on a show,   Of stillness and silence, a lullaby ,   that fails to soothe my troubled sigh.   The streetlights cast an eerie glow,   as shadows dance, come and go,   The branches of trees rustle and creak,   as if they too are unable to sleep.   The moon, a glowing orb up high,   casts a soft light across the sky,   The stars twinkle , a million strong,   a reminder of time, ticking along.   But I am restless, unable to rest,   till the sun rises in the east,   And chases away the night's unrest,   with its warm and soothing rays , a feast.   Till then, I'll

  TheBestToReads DEMURE " A midst the rolling hills and fields so green,  lies a Eden, a serene beauty seldom seen. Its natural surroundings, a wondrous sight, from deep groves to streams so bright.   The flora and fauna, a sight to behold, with colors and sounds that never grow old. The trees stand tall, a canopy so grand, with wildlife roaming, a peaceful land.   The frames and structure, a marvel of old, with thatches and temples that never grow cold. The blissful community spaces, a hub of activity, with places for skillful artisans, a true priority.    Local customs and culture, a treasure to find, with pure food and joyful festivals that never fall behind. The crafts so unique, a beauty all their own, the traditions so rich, forever known.   The warm storyteller humans, a dear sight, their lifestyle so simple, their hospitality so bright. Their authenticity and ethic, forever enshrined, their sense of togetherness, an eternal bind.   The settings and aura, a sense of peace,

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TheBestToReads SOULMATES                              " B ooks , my dearest friend, oh how I adore, your pages filled with wisdom , evermore. Through you, I’ve traveled far and wide, and seen the world, without having to stride . You’re always there, in times of need, a  comfort to my soul, indeed. You never judge or criticise, but teach me to be open-minded and wise. You’re a source of knowledge, and of light, that guides me through my darkest night. In you, I find solace and peace, and a world of wonder that will never cease. You’ve taught me love, and how to be strong , to face my fears and carry on. With you, I’ve laughed and cried, and learned to see the world with a new eye. Books, my friend, I’ll always hold, your pages, your words, your stories untold. For in you, I’ve found a bond , that nothing in this world could ever break or abscond." By- Kaushal Naik

  WORLD BOOK DAY  World Book Day , World Intellectual Property Day , and World Copyright Day are all significant events that are celebrated worldwide. These events recognise the importance of books, reading, and the protection of intellectual property rights. World Book Day is celebrated annually on April 23rd [ 2023 ], and it is a day that encourages reading, publishing, and copyright protection. The day was first celebrated in 1995 by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation (UNESCO) . The date was chosen to coincide with the anniversary of the deaths of prominent authors William Shakespeare , Miguel de Cervantes , and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega . World Book Day is celebrated in more than 100 countries around the world, with various events such as book fairs, literary competitions, and readings.   World Intellectual Property Day , on the other hand, is celebrated annually on April 26th. This day was established by the World Intellectual Property Or

  TheBestToReads   CROWKOO " IN  the midst of the trees and the sky so blue, two creatures appeared, so different yet true. A crow and a cuckoo, they flew and they cooed, together they danced, their love ensued. The crow , so black , and the cuckoo, so bright, their love was forbidden, but they didn't take fright. For they knew that their love was pure and true, and nothing could stop them from being together anew. The crow, with his sharp beak and dark eyes, saw the cuckoo's feathers and let out a sigh. Her beauty was unparalleled, her song so sweet, he knew in his heart that he had to meet. The cuckoo, with her gentle voice and soft wings, saw the crow's feathers and the way he sings. She knew in her heart that he was the one, and that their love had just begun. Together they flew through the sky so high, and their love shone brighter than the sun in the sky. Their wings intertwined, they soared as one, and their love was stronger than anyone. They perched on

                                                                                                                                              TheBestToReads Who Suffered ?   "  A   mother once had a soldier son, whose courage was second to none. He went to war with patriotic zeal, ready to fight for the commonweal.   But war is a brutal, savage thing, where death and destruction often ring. The sounds of gunfire and bombs exploding , leave shattered lives and hearts corroding.   This mother waited and prayed each day, for news that her son was on his way. But fate had other plans in store, as her worst nightmare walked through her door.   The news arrived like a thunderclap , her son had fallen in a brutal trap . The enemy had taken his life, leaving her with unbearable strife.   She cried and mourned with a broken heart , wondering why war had to tear them apart. The senseless violence and needless pain , seemed too high a pric

TheBestToReads  The Illusion of Happiness " A midst the chaos and the rush of life, Humans strive for wealth , and all its strife. A world of goods, a world of gain , Where success is measured in material chains. Sacrifices made along the way, Of morals, ethics, and values they say. A hunger for wealth that never ends, And relationships that they forget to tend. The nights they spend toiling away, Ignoring their loved ones who beg them to stay. Money becomes their only drive, And in their greed, they barely survive. The cost of wealth is often high, As they trade their soul for it and sigh. Their conscience may be set aside, But at what cost do they choose to abide? Material gains come and go, But what of the seeds of love they sow? For in their quest to amass more, They forget the beauty that life has in store. Wealth may provide comfort and ease, But not the joy that true love can please. And in the end, all that remains, Is the price they paid for material gains . So l