Restaurant Review: That Mallu Joint

12/11/2018 0 Comment read Food

With a traditional wooden ceiling and minimalistic tables and chairs, That Mallu Joint, a new fine dining Kerala restaurant has a welcoming homely feel to it. We went on to try this new restaurant in the city and its worth a visit.

The slightly ripe raw mango marinated with green chillies and sugar arrives as a welcome snack, and is a delicous addition as we wait for the food. Starting with the Erachi Ularthiyathu (beef), it hits all the right notes in terms of flavor and texture. The spicy dish has a dash of green chilies with the fried dry coconut and the curry leaves adding an authentic touch to the dish. The Prawn Porichathu is fried to juicy perfection with a crispy covering comprising of rava (semolina), adding a nice crunch to the dish.

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Coming to the main course, we opted for the Puttu, Egg Appam and Meen Manga (mango) curry. The Puttu was soft and grainy with fewer coconut shavings, the egg appam came with a cooked egg instead of the half boiled egg omlette in the center. Though not a preferred combination for puttu and appam, we opted for the Meen Manga curry which arrived in a mini clay pot that had a homely flavor to it with well-cooked pieces of seer fish.

That Mallu Joint has a simple menu and excels at delivering the dishes in style. The presentation is good, the service is quite slow, which for sure will catch up as the restaurant is a new player in the city. The quantity could have been a little better, especially for the starters. The restaurant is certainly a place to fulfill your craving for authentic Kerala food.

A special thank you to Arathy Menon for her valuable inputs.

Our Mourning Song

19/09/2018 0 Comment read Life, Love

“Half of the people lie with their lips; the other half with their tears”

― Nassim Nicholas Taleb

We exchanged the loveliest of words,
in the cutest verse,
while singing out,
sweet nothings for each other.

no arguments exchanged,
nor tears left to fall,
it was a perfect phase.

we lived in the illusion of happiness,
when lies made its presence,
a barrier that never let us inside,
into a deeper understanding,
of each other.

we left each other in silence,
we never fought,
since we never sought,
to know discover the truth,
while lies were the poisoned fruit.

in separation,
depth revealed into the deepest hearts,
scouring for love,
wondering what went wrong.
lies,
they were our mourning song.

The little things I admire about her

09/09/2018 0 Comment read Love, Musings

She waves at the security guard,

every day,

lending him a bit of change,

in his mundane work,

of staring at the road,

and passing vehicles.

Her eyes sparkle,

when she sees a random dog,

out on the streets,

she doesn’t mind speaking,

sweet nothings,

to the tiny aquatic fishes,

within the four glass molds,

while they stare with wonder,

at the pretty human.

she mirrors the pain,

of roadside dwellers,

Crafting jute items,

in the dim light,

while the half-open shed,

lends them rest for the day.

her transparent pouch is stuck,

with random heart-shaped stickers,

of different colors,

she bought when,

a small girl was selling it,

it Was too hard for her,

to ignore,

the sparkle in her eyes.

Colorful Earthlings from a Women’s College

07/07/2018 0 Comment read Musings

Everyday, The scene is monotonous. There are buses, cars and bikes passing by on the road. Then, there are weary women and men from offices, having a cup of their favorite beverage from tea stalls, and children making their way through the footpath ridden with shops.

However, there is uneasy (read comfortable) silence surrounding it. It is break time for me and my friends. It is also the time when a women’s college shuts its doors and instantly activates a flurry of activity in the outside world.

Firstly, there are a set of devoted boyfriends in their bikes, patiently waiting for their girlfriends. One guy holds the bag while she loosens her hair and swift ties it into a bun while the other with a wayfarer is concerned to show off the bike’s roar and is ready to take off as soon as his girlfriend is on board.

Remember the devoted tea and coffee lovers who are involved in serious office discussions (read gossip). Like a lighthouse light, limited to a 180° angle, their shifting gaze and their side sliding heads are focused on the exiting earthlings who are dressed colorful apparel.

Third, the sudden influx of buses, share autos, cars and bikes creates a flutter of activity. There is a congestion. There is a screaming policeman in the center of the road, trying to smooth things on the road. Oblivious to the events surrounding him, It just another day for the policeman, who brings backs the calm after the chaos.

A Poem From My Soulmate

03/07/2018 0 Comment read Life, Love

I can feel your love for me,

Through your eyes.

I knew the extent of your love,

Through your kiss.

Where did I go wrong?

Where did I miss you?

Time flew,

Yet,

Your love stayed,

Like an eternal flame.

Our love does not hold any value,

since this love,

has to end,

One day.

If I ever get a chance to be born again,

I wish to be your better half.

We shall remain a secret,

as best friends,

as soulmates,

and as lovers.

Thank you Aps ❤

One Kiss

30/06/2018 0 Comment read Life, Love

Soft, smooth and delicate,
hands flowing around her jaws,
those painful bites of pleasure,
intense reminders of love.

Their face swerved in unison,
her vice-like grip,
his spidery fingers,
clasping and crawling,
their warm raw flesh.

the pinkish sensory,
romantics,
have lost their control
within the space,
sealed,
within the soulful smooches,
Of Desire.