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Soon after my wife died- her car slid off an icy road in 1985-a school psychologist warned me that my children and I were not mourning in the right way.we felt angry the proper first stage he said is denial  In late august this year my 38 year old son Michael died suddenly in this sleep leaving behind aa 2 year old son and a wife expecting their next child there is no set form for grief and no right way to express it there seems to be an expectation that after a great loss we will progress systematically through the well known stages of grief it is wrong we are told to jump to anger or to wallow too long in this stage before moving towards acceptance . But I was and am angry to make parents bury their children is wrong to have both my wife and son taken from me for forever and a day is cruel beyond words  A relative from  Jerusalem' who is a psychiatrist brought some solace by citing the maxim we are not to ask why but what the what is that which survivors in grief are bound to do for one another following that advice my family close friends and I keep busy calling each other and giving long answers to simple question like how did your day go today we try to avoid thinking about either the immediate past or the bereft future .                                        We take turns playing with max Michael 's two -year old son friends spend nights with the young window  and will be among those holding her hand when the baby is born . Focusing on what we do for one another is the only consolation we can find.    

BolCHAI GARAM..... Garam chai a vendor called out in High pitched voice he come up to their window and asked chai sa ab give us two cups Pranjol said they sipped the steaming hot liquid almost everyone everyone in their compartment was drinking tea too do you know that over 80 crore cups of tea are drunk everyday throughout the world Rajveer said whew exclaimed Pranjol tea really is very popular the train pulled out of the station paranjol buried his nose in his detective book again Rajveer too was an ardent fan of detective stories but at the moment he was keener on looking at the beautiful scenery it was green green everywhere Rajveer had never seen so much greenery before then the soft green paddy fields gave way to tea bushes it was a magnificent view against the backdrop of densely wooded hills a sea of tea Bushes stretched as far as the eye could see dwarfing the tiny tea plants were tall sturdy shade trees and Amidst the orderly rows of Bushes busily moved doll like figures in the distance was an ugly building with smoke building out of tall chimneys hey a tea garden Rajveer cried excitedly Pranjol who had been born and brought up on a plantation did not share Rajveer excitement oh this is tea country now he said Assam has the largest concentration of plantation in the world you will see enough garden to last you a lifetime I have been reading as much as I could about tea Rajveer said no one really knows who discovered tea but there are many legends what legends well there the one about the Chinese emperor who always boiled water before drinking it one day a few leaves of the giving it a delicious flavour it is said they were tea leaves tell me another  scoffed Pranjal we have an India legend to BaddhiDharma an ancient Buddhist ascetic cut off his eyelids because he said sleepy during meditation 10 plants grew out of the eye lids  the leaves of these  plants when put in hot water and drunk benefit slip t was first drunk in China Rajveer added as far back as 2700 B .C.! In fact words such St chai and chini are from Chinese t came to Europe only in the 16th century and was drunk more as medicine than as beverages the train clattered  in to Mariani junction the boys collected their luggage and pushed their way to the crowded platform Pranjal parents were waiting for them soon they were driving towards dhekiabari the tea garden managed by pronjol father  An hour later the car veered sharply  off the main road. They crossed a cattle bridge and entered dhekiabari  tea estate  on booth sides of the gravel road were acre upon acre of tea bushes all neatly pruned to the same height groups of tea pluckers with bamboo baskets on their backs wearing plastic aprons were plucking the newly sprouted leaves.

shahi paneer recipe . It's a very popular Indian dish and demand especially for keywords like restaurant style shahi paneer. Introduction, Shahi paneer is one of the most popular not Indian dishes known for its rich creamy and mildly sweet gravy this dish is perfect for special occasions family dinner and first you means with simple ingredients are easy steps you can recreate restaurant style Shahi paneer at home.  Ingredients . (1) 250 gram paneer (cubed) (2) 2 medium size onions (finely chopped) (3) 2 tomatoes (purred) (4) 10-12 cashews (soaked for 15 minutes) (5) 2-3 tables poons fresh cream  (6) 1 teaspoon  ginger garlic paste  (7) ½ teaspoon turmeric powder  (8) 1- teaspoon red chilli powder  (9) 1- teaspoon coriander powder  (10) ½ teaspoon garam masala  (11) Salt to taste  (12) 2 tablespoons oil or - ghee Introduction. 1. Cut paneer in to cubes lightly fry them in ghee coptional  and keep aside . 2. Blend soaked cashew in to a smooth paste . 3. Heat oil in a pan and a saute onion until golden brown . 4. Add ginger garlic paste and cook for 1mint . 5. Add tomato puree and all dry spices cook until oil separates. 6. Add cashew paste and cook for 2-3 minutes.  7. Pour some water to adjust consistency and add paneer cubes . 8. Simmer for 5 minutes on low heat. 9. Add fresh cream and garam masala mix well and turn off heat  Serving suggestions  Serve hot with naan Butter roti paratha or jeera rice . Seo tips for your - resturant style shahi paneer 

  लशकाफ नामक‌ भिखार की कहानी ह। भीख मांगते हुए उसकी मुलाकात सरजई नामक वकील से हुई जिन्होंने उसे कमद दिया सरजई ने उसे अपने घर पर लकड़ी फाड़ने का काम दया। उन्होंने अपनी रसोईया को उसे शेड दिखाने के लए कहां जहां लकड़िया राखी थी भिखारी बहुत कमजोर था और शराब के नशे में था वह मुश्किल से अपनी टांगों पर खड़ा था फिर भी रसोईया ओल्गा ने सरजई को बताया कि लड़कियां फाड़ दी गई थीं। सरजई खुश था कि आदमी ने काम किया और उन्होंने लड़कियां पढ़ने के लिए उसे 50 कोपेक दिए उन्होंने उसे इसके लिए प्रत्येक महीने के पहले दिन आने को कहा कभी-कभी वह उसे बेलचे से बर्फ उठाकर फेंकने या लकड़िया को शेड में ठीक ढंग से लगाने या चटाइयों में गधों से धूल झाड़ने के लिए कहते थे हर बार उसे 20 से 40 को पैक दिए जाते थे और एक बार उन्होंने उसे अपने पजामो का पुराना जोड़ा भी दिया। जब सरजई ने अपना घर शिफ्ट किया तो उन्होंने भिखारी को सामान पहुंचाने में सहायता करने के लिए कहा भिखारी बदल गया था क्योंकि वह उस दिन सौम्य था और सरजई सन्तुष्ट था कि उसके प्रयास ने एक शराबी को सुधार क्योंकि वह पढ़ लिख सकता था सरजई ने उसका नाम पूछा उसे बेहतर काम दिया और उसके साथ हाथ मिलाया उस दिन के बाद लशकाफ भिखारी कभी दिखाई नहीं दिया 2 साल बाद  सरजई एक थिएटर के बाहर एक टिकट खरीद रहा था और उसने लश्कर को देखा लश्कर अपने सुंदर ड्रेस पहन रखी थी और वह गैलरी एरिया का टिकट खरीद रहा था सर जी उसे देखकर प्रसन्न हुआ और उसे बुलाया लश्कर अब एक नौकरी के रूप में कार्यरत था और प्रतिमा 35 रूबल कमाता था उसने सरजई को उसे गड्ढे से बाहर निकलने मे सहायता करने और उसकी दयालुता के लिए धन्यवाद दिया लश्कर ने सरजई को बताया कि वह उसकी वजह से नहीं बल्कि उसकी रसोईया ओल्गा की वजह से एक बदला हुआ इंसान है वह उसे डांटती उसके लिए रोटी और उसके लिए लड़कियां फटती थी उसके व्यवहार ने लश्कर को परिवर्तित कर दिया उसके साथ ही वह थिएटर में चला गया।     ​​​​  

  The fun they had ; Margie even wrote about it that night in her dairy. On the page headed 17 may 2157, she wrote, "today Tommy found a real book!" It was a very old book. Margi grandfather once said that when he was a little boy he is grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories where printed on paper.  The turned the pages which were yellow and green and it was only funny to read world that stood Stil instead of moving the why they were supposed to on a screen you know and then turn it back to the page before it had the  words on it that it had had when they read it the first time.  Gee said Tommy what a waste when you thought with the book you just throw it away I gives our televisi   on screen must have a million books on it and it good for plant leaf more I would not throw it away  Some with mine said margi she was 11 and had not seen is many tally books is Tommy had. He was 13. She said where did you find it? In my house. He pointed with outlooking because he was busy reading in the attic.  What it about?  School. Margi was scornfully School what there to write about school? I hate school margi always hatred school but now she had it it more than ever. The mechanical teacher had been giving her taste after test in geography NC had been doing worse and worse until her mother hair shaking her hair sorrowfully and send for the country inspector. He was a round little man with a red face N a Wall box of tool with dials and wires. He smiled at margi and gave her and Apple then talk the teacher apart margi head hoped  he would not know how to but it together again but he knew how alright and after and her or so their it was again large and black and ugly with a big screen on which all the lesson where shown and the question where asked that was not so hed the part margie  hated most was the slot where she had to cut homework and test paper she always head to write them out in a punch God they may her when she was six  years old and the mechanical teacher calculated the marks in no time