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Winter tales No matter, how many sweaters, we had pulled out from our trunk, winter dumped us again. However, few things are there which can never cheat on Bengalis! One such is our love for "গরম গরম কচুরি " Kachoris are basically a deep fried puffy and flaky bread loved by most of the Indians. This spicy North Indian dish is stuffed with anything ranging from, pulses ( dal ), peas, dried mango ( amchur ) or just spices! We Bengalis love to tear burst the peeping hot bread, fold it, scoop in some runny potatoes or sweetened daal and yummy!                talking of the places Bengalis have trusted for their kachoris since ages, our first mention would be this. featuring : Sharma Tea House This super crowded busy  snack station lies in the heart of Bhawanipore, pouring down every moment with more crowd, clustering with their plates of essentials ( KACHORI, POTATO CURRY, SAMOSAS). A few showed up with p...

Winter tales Be it a Monday morning, be it a dusky evening, be it a stumbling street side, or be it with a vendor crowded by... if I see you, I will  s t o p! আমার অমৃতি Stay breath-hold for our 2nd food chase ! We're sure you're gonna love it! 15th December 2017 - Adwitiya karak 📷- Shubhayu Dasgupta   Follow us :  https://www.facebook.com/theFnFworld/

She was beautiful, with a beauty so severe and so solitary that at first it was startling. She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. There's  a devil in her, and I swear it will dance some nights if you are brave enough to take her hand. She is a lovely little thief who takes what she wants. Stealing a glance, then a night, then your heart. With an angel's smile, and a kiss like unholy water. Everything she ever loved had left her mark. She's dangerous. The best ones always are. They are attracted to her flames, with their broken wings and foolish hearts. Loving her was the hell inside of heaven, and the heaven inside of hell. And what she deserves most, is someone willing to go through both. At the end of it all, was just a girl who thought she stole your heart. Not knowing you can't steal what's given. The power of a woman, comes not from the strength of her body or the shrewdness of her resol...

THE SOLITARINESS "A h! If only there were two of me", she thought, "one doing the talking and one listening, one living and one watching, how i would love myself, I'd envy no one." ~THE FnF WORLD Follow us :  https://www.facebook.com/theFnFworld/