Sometimes I just don’t believe it, I simply cannot realize it, But our time’s come and gone, Oh look, there’s no one to be around, Because it’s done and dusted, The chapter’s published,
Is there no place left for me to go, Because I, Because I simply cannot be alone, It’s so hard keeping away from you, ‘Cause I find it so hard to be true,
And now I live in isolation, Just me alone, alone with my realizations, I was simply never meant to be a hero, In a listless ocean of sorrow, I’m desperately failing to row, But to no avail, Because I simply cannot tell the difference in what’s not real,
Because it’s done and dusted, The chapter’s published, And fate never intended for me to be a hero, And the only one I’m fooling is my own wretched self, So, I can’t do it no more, Maybe it’s time to let go – and fall. ANVI TUTEJA
(Or When I Made Eggless Chocolate Chip Sugar Butter Cookies)
Hey guys! Anvi here. First things first, I made cookies! Yay! More specifically chocolate chip cookies with butter and sugar! Yum! Now that we’ve gotten over an esplosione of exclamation marks, let’s cut to the way the cookie crumbles. (All puns intended.) I have always loved cookies and who doesn’t? (totally rhetorical question btw, i seriously do not want to know, stay away from me cookie anarchists! viva le cookies!) And ever since my winter break started, I had been dying to make some cookies. And then I had a revelation! I could! I could make cookies, it couldn’t be that hard, could it? It’s not like it’s rocket science or molecular biology! (shivers)
(In hindsight, I probably should have gotten a few contingencies in place, like a fire extinguisher, backup recipes, enough ingredients to feed an army and maybe some how-to guides like remedial recipes for divine dunces. But, anyway, read on… Warning: It’s not pretty. Like At All.)
The recipe I used is from hebbars kitchen's eggless chocolate chip cookies[1].
Eggless Chocolate Chip Sugar Butter Cookies Recipe
PREP TIME: 30 Minutes COOK TIME: 15 Minutes Per Batch TOTAL TIME FOR ONE BATCH: 45 Minutes SERVINGS: 6 Per Batch
Ingredients Required
▢½ cup butter ▢1 cup sugar ▢1 cup flour ▢½ tsp baking soda ▢a pinch of salt as needed ▢1 tsp vanilla extract ▢3 tbsp warm milk ▢handful of chocolate chips
Recipe
1. Firstly, in a large mixing bowl mix one cup butter and add one cup sugar. 2. Whisk till the butter and sugar turn creamy. 3. Sieve in take 1 cup flour, ½ tsp baking soda and a pinch of salt as needed. 4. Add 1 tsp vanilla extract, 3 tbsp warm milk and combine well. 5. Knead the dough and combine gently 6. Make small balls and roll the batter. Cut shapes with shape cutters if needed. 7. Place the cookies in baking tray lined with butter paper. 8. Add chocolate chip cookies as required. 9. Bake the cookies in oven for 15 minutes per batch 10. Cool the cookies for 5 minutes on the tray, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely. 11. Enjoy!
Recipe used for chocolate chip cookies
I see you’re back then, so I hope you’re interested! I followed this recipe to a T, (uh, well mostly,) so I was hoping for perfection. But as it turns out, your first batch of cookies is never amazing, but certainly better than your third! I mixed all the ingredients and mixed the dough in a dough maker. Next, was rolling the dough. I took the largest rolling pin we had, (a whopping one and a half feet long!), and began. Needless to say, my first attempt turned a slightly off-center lump into an even uglier off center weird oval of dough. I turned it back into a ball and yelled for my mom. My mom assessed my work and immediately took charge of the program. She taught me how to roll dough. (Hint: use dry flour to keep dough from sticking to the rolling pin. But don’t use too much or cookies will taste like dry flour. I learnt that the hard way.) I learnt how to roll dough and cut the cookies into Christmas trees and Gingerbread Men! Cookie murder had never been more delicious. Muahahaha! I happily set the cookies into the baking tray and put into the oven. And then I stuffed my face with cookie dough! Ah, heaven. I finally know why there’s a cookie dough ice cream flavour. You learn something new everyday! I took the cookies out after 15 minutes but to my dismay, the ones in the centre were all dark and burny! Hmph! Blast you stupid oven. In a totally unrelated matter, I have a bandage on my hand and a dent in my oven. Moving on! I knew better this time and kept the cookies on the sides. 13.2 Minutes I took out a batch of perfect cookies! Yay! 20 Minutes later, I learnt a hard truth of life. It may seem implausible to all you naive cookie-ers but it’s true. I learnt Youtube is not the most important thing in my Life! Gasp! But I know, it’s true. Let me explain… The third batch of cookies was 100% burnt and I understood, DON’T YOUTUBE WHILE COOKING! We lost a lot of good dough that day, and my only regret is the loss and sacrifice of those brave cookies. We salute you.
So there you have it, folks! A play by play of a battle we may have won, but it took a lot of brave (ginger bread) men to do it. But, we did warn you. We all knew going to this war, it was not going to be easy and all we can do is remember the brave cookies who lost their lives doing it.
Welp! Next project, Donuts…(Cue the evil laugh. Muahahaha!)
At the Stroke of Midnight, As the twelfth chime rang, I was blinded by the sparkling light, As my family huddled ’round, like a top-secret gang,
Lay rotting away, the wreaths on the doors, A day to end all pain, misery and strife, It was the moment, everyone had been waiting for, The thick tension was palpable; could be cut with a knife,
It was a day to forget, The mistakes of the past, To let go of all sorrows, sins and regrets, The die had finally been cast,
All waited with bated breath, Everything paused, flying birds, rustling leaves, not to mention, man, Everything paused, moving clouds, flowing water, not to mention, death, As The Countdown finally began,
10, The numbers flashed on the clock, 9, Stuck between a hard place and a rock, 8, Glancing up at the sky, 7, Everyone as if petrify’, 6, Caught breath, suppressed sighs, controlled gasps, 5, Accounting for the calendar’s gaps, 4, Having run out of patience, 3, Adults no longer calm, Children no longer vivacious, 2, Waiting for the year to finally be over, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Bucket List, why’s that? The idea was new to me, Bucket List, why’s that? Something I had never needed, Bucket List, why’s that? To define my reason to be, Bucket List, why’s that? But some nameless someone’s advice I heeded…
Bucket List, what’s that? How do I go about it, Bucket List, what’s that? I haven’t got a clue, Bucket List, what’s that? Where to start, Where to quit, Bucket List, what’s that? About a thing to do,
Bucket List, how’s that? With things of wonder, Bucket List, how’s that? Beyond my wildest imagination, Bucket List, how’s that? No more blunders, Bucket List, how’s that? I must sit in contemplation,
Bucket List, where’s that? Somewhere exotic, perhaps? Bucket List, where’s that? Going rock climbing? Bucket List, where’s that? Going all the places on maps? Bucket List, where’s that? Ugh, which is the right timing?
Bucket List, which’s that? Seeing a sunrise, from Machu Pichu, Bucket List, which’s that? Climbing up to Mt. Kilimanjaro, Bucket List, which’s that? Or talking to someone about my issues, Bucket List, which’s that? Or simply enjoying a better tomorrow?
Bucket List, when’s that? I am too young to prophesize the future? Bucket List, when’s that? Is it dangerous to play with the fire of fate? Bucket List, when’s that? No, my own destiny I will suture, Bucket List, when’s that? It’s up to me whether I will be weak or great,
Bucket List, who’s that? Shall I meet an old acquaintance? Bucket List, who’s that? Have a picnic with the whole family? Bucket List, who’s that? Visit an old friend, with full cadence? Bucket List, who’s that? Or the girl who looks like me, uncannily?
Bucket List, help me! You are too complicated, Bucket List, when will you be done, finally? No, I don’t want to see all the royal families rated! Bucket List, you’re finally over, I have assigned all the numbers, Bucket List, now all you need is a cover! I can go back to my eternal slumber!
”Learning Morse Code, Speaking Latin, Achieving my ideal weight, On the runway, Wearing a dress of Satin, Be more punctual, Never be late, Doing Archery, Learning shooting, Become a concert pianist, The errors in our society need uprooting, Swearing to always be honest,
Going Parasailing, Dying my hair, Making a snowman, Visiting an earthly place rare, Stay away from the beach, don’t need a tan, Flying First Class, Zooming in a helicopter, Seeing the Northern Lights, Go to Jurassic Park, maybe see a velociraptor, Just being with friends, going to fly a kite,
Visiting a Volcano, Painting a portrait, Observing the constellations in the night sky, Paying my homage at the world-famous India gate, Dancing at family weddings and some white lies, Seeing the famed Mona Lisa, Remarking at her lack of eyebrows, Taking a selfie at the Tower of Pisa, Seeing beautiful Orchids, neatly arranged in rows,
Going on a cruise, Folding a 1000 cranes, Getting a little serious, becoming a doctor, Hopefully always staying sane! Do some geology, am a roctor! See the beautiful cherry blossoms, Visit Neuschwanstein and maybe put a lock, Do Archeology, discover some fossils, Finally, wash my lucky sock,
Ride a crazy insane roller coaster, Hit a bull’s eye on a dartboard, Take a job as a coffee roaster? Drive around in a fancy Ford, Lucky number thirteen, Go on a random vacation, Right now, I’m just fourteen, There is no limit to my imagination!”
When I look into the mirror, I see myself as but an actor, When I look into the mirror, I feel like a mortal, but mere-er, When I look into the mirror, Is it me I see, or someone dearer?
When I glance at my reflection, I look like someone deep in thought, in contemplation, When I glance at my reflection, The raw light in me takes a deflection, When I glance at my reflection, I always have a fear of rejection,
When I peer into clear glass, The ugliness inside of me, does amass, When I peer into clear glass, I see myself for who I really am, plainly crass, When I peer into clear glass, The truth is seen, greener than other-side grass,
When I view the perfectly-clear water, I see myself as the perfect daughter, When I view the perfectly-clear water, The darkness within me, I do wish to slaughter, When I view the perfectly-clear water, I feel like a deserted marauder,
When I search for myself in the pure lenses, Would I then, finally come to my senses? When I search for myself in the pure lenses, Will my soul finally take a consensus? When I search for myself in the pure lenses, Of who I am, behind all the pretenses?
When I look into the mirror, I finally see myself, but clearer.
Thoughts Caught 