June 26, 2014

Shimokitazawa {i}

shimokitazawa was about 15 minutes train ride from Shinjuku. 
a perfect quaint neighbourhood. 
i spent almost half a day meandering through small alleys. 
i found a flower and potted plant shop where i could spend hours, 
kaiten sushi shop to eat wide variety of sushi which i never find here. 
i wish i could live in this lovely neighbourhood. 

June 21, 2014


long time ago i found this recipe on toi's blog. this was perhaps easiest recipe of marmalade i ever came across. so i had to make it. :-)

June 14, 2014

Golden Hour

Very rarely i get opportunity to capture evening light.

June 11, 2014

Cactus Garden

cactus garden in flower dome. 
such a wide variety!!

June 7, 2014


flowers are blooming...
here are some photos from tulip exhibition at flower dome. last year i missed this but this year i was lucky to catch up on very last day! 

June 4, 2014

home cooked

when i am not wandering around to take photos, i am usually at home cooking, reading and taking photos. these are some of the shots of my {successful} cooking experiments at home. :p

1&2 - spring onion pancake {recipe here} 3. poached egg on toast 4. Sushi and stir fry Salmon 5. Soba noodles with stir fry tofu 6. stir fry tofu 7. miso soup and yaki soba

PS - i love japanese food 

June 1, 2014

1st June

like april, may too was the month of 
floating on the memories of japan trip, 
it was also a month of golden sunsets and of poetry, 
of falling sick and of getting well.
i think every month has different colour.
april was pink and may was golden.
i am curious to see what's the colour of june. 

PS: i am not poetry person but i still loved this one

The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to the wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the caged bird, "I should not know where to sit perched in the sky."
The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands."
The cage bird sings, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands."
There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."
The Gardener - By Rabindranath Tagore