GAJAR KA HALWA

 Hi! Kaise hain aap? 

Kabhi gajar ka halwa khaaya hai aapne? I'm pretty sure khaaya he hoga. 

You see, the thing about gajar ka halwa is its perfection. 

The carrots have to be grated in such a way that they are neither too big, making the halwa taste like carrot cake, nor too fine, making it a puree. 

The amount of sweetness has to be just adequate so that it doesn't overpower carrots' natural sweetness, but also tells us that it is a dessert.

Now come the dry fruits. Different people have different specifications. Some like it with raisins to add a slight tanginess, while some like it with cashews because they enjoy the crunchiness. 

You see, the thing about gajar ka halwa is its timing.

 If, at all, it was eaten during summers or monsoon, it wouldn't have tasted half as good as it does in winter. It's just like the rasmalai of winters! Just imagine sitting in your blanket, and it's freezing outside! And then you have a bite of tempting hot gajar ka halwa. The way it just melts in your mouth and soothes your taste buds is a feeling that cannot be exemplified in words. 

You see, the thing about gajar ka halwa is that it is not a TASTE, BUT A FEELING.

Now for a second, forget that gajar ka halwa. But, try to remember when your grandmother asked you to bring the carrots from the market because she was making gajar ka halwa, just because you love it. Remember that time when everyone was scuffed up in the blanket, and there was actually a debate about who'd go and bring the halwa from the fridge, after heating it in the microwave? Of course, papa went. Also, when there was just one bite left?? Mathematicians say that infinity cannot be determined, right? Well, they should have looked at the number of bites that single bite was divided into!

You see, it was never about gajar ka halwa itself, but the small things. 

I always say that 'yaadon ka bhi ek swaad hota hai'. For example, the smell of 'kadhi' always reminds me of my nani. During summer break, whenever I used to visit her, nani always made kadhi only on the last day of our stay. Only because she could pack it for us and I can enjoy it the next day as well. Same goes for mango pickle! Or maggi! In fact, me and my mother have a ritual of saying sorry only through food! When I know that I'm the one who's at fault, then I make tea for her. When it's the other way round, then she makes maggi for me. So, the fragrance of maggi, for me, is an unspoken apology! 

To conclude, it's not the end product that matters. But, the process of obtaining that product. 

P.S- I used to be a gajar halwa lover. Hence, the precise details😜 .

Also, I know that I said that this blog had come to an end. But, yeh 'late night thoughts' ke liye ab main doosra blog toh banaungi nahi😅. 

Here's a meme on gajar ka halwa that I found quite funny!

Attitude kam dikhao aur gajar ka halwa khaate jao.

bye bye till then!