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Cooking in my Kitchen #16 Milky Prawn Clear Soup with Long Beans.

Clear soups are  light, refreshing and soothing to the Taste buds. The thin milky clear is made with made of water and cream of milk with crisp fried  long beans and chopped tomato to add an acidic touch to it.

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The Prawns are sautéed quickly on a wok just to give them the reddish tint. The shells of the prawn are left behind in order to add more flavour to the Soup.The chopped long Beans and then lightly fried in high flame to give them a crisp texture.

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A twisted is added by giving some crushed pepper and light spices to this light fried Beans and Prawns..and then a considerable amount of water is added with very finely chopped tomato. Boil it for quite some time..and take in the aroma of the prawns and light spices..Add some cream of milk and take off the Heat…and the Milky Prawn Clear Soup with Long Beans is ready to go.

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The Milky Prawn Clear Soup with Long Beans can be served hot or cold..It goes best with Rice Dumplings also one can add rice noodles and make a Noodle Soup. This is a Chinese dish with a little Indian twist of Spice Play.

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#3 Poetry : WHEN I LOOKED AT THE MOON

I looked at the moon
On a lonely shore
The bright White Rays
With hope evermore..
Shone on my face..
And glittered on the sea..
Soothed me with happiness..
I could never foresee..

I looked at the moon
Lost in the forest..
Through the thick canopy..
It shone on a lonely nest..
Filled it with radiance..
Of a time long-lost..
I curled up on the thicket
Without counting cost..

I looked at the moon
Atop a sand dune..
A clear bright Picturesque..
Of an ancient Starry rune…
A path to the Oasis
It showed me..
When I was lost in mirages.
It rescued me..

I looked at the moon
On the deserted Pathway..
Soothing my insecurity…
Preventing my Astray..
As the darkness crawled in
It held my hand
Dispensing my Gloom..
In an Unfriendly land..

I looked at the moon
When the bittersweet tears..
Rolled down my cheeks..
Bringing all my fears..
The moon seemed real
And calmed my storm..
A serene and silent
An ethereal form..

I looked at the moon
On my bed..as i lay
Illuminating the book pages
With its White-gold ray
Unfolding stories
Of a Righteous fight ..
Of prince and princesses..
And giving me flight..

To the moon I flew
In my dreams of desire..
A land so surreal..
I went higher .. and higher…
I looked down on the earth..
Lush green and blue lagoon ..
Again I descended to Illusive reality..
Forgetting the Moon..

I never looked at the moon
The tangle of life..Caught me in its swing..
Strangled my freedom..
And nailed my bright wings…
The moon was still shining bright..
Still a dazzling constant..
My evanescent life..
Faded into Insignificant…

—-by Soumya Bunk

We often forget the little constants in our life.. and become too busy with the meddling affairs of life.. We all need a constant on which we can rely..and something that helps us to focus in life and make it easier..