Experience of RagsNOOK

1~ PANCAKES (EASY HOMEMADE RECIPE) A pancake is always considered a breakfast meal. It is a cake, often flat, thin and round. A pancake is an emotion one could have. It is a mood maker, a delicacy for brunch and lunner (a meal eaten between lunchtime and dinnertime). It may not have six-packs like a waffle (😝) but, its fluffiness is something to try out. So, here is an easy recipe to make this amazing delicacy. Ingredients: 1 egg 2 tbsp. of sugar 3/4 cup of milk 1 cup of all- purpose flour 3/4 tsp of baking powder 1/4 tsp of salt 2 tbsp. of cooking oil Banana (or any other fruits for serving) butter and maple syrup for garnishing  Procedure:           🥞~Making of the batter Break 1 egg to the bowl and check for the shells. Add 2 Tbsp. of sugar. Whisk the content until the egg gets frothy. Add 3/4 cup of milk. Whisk again. Sieve the 1 cup of all- purpose flour, 3/4 Tsp. of baking powder and 1/4 Tsp. of salt in th...

That night when my father bid goodbye to that man, we all sat together in the tiny room on the cold- cracked floor. He started to whip his face with his sleeve and looked towards me with guilt as if, he was asking me to forgive him. I already knew something was not going right after the man left. We all kept quiet for a moment. Seeing that, my mother burst out with anger and asked my father why he did that, I was not able to understand what was going on so, I politely asked my father, "Baba, who was that man, and why he gave us a briefcase?" My father, he sighed and said, "I'm sorry my dear, I'm. You don't have to forgive me but, this for our own good." I got all confused and asked him again, "What is the matter?" He shook his head and both anger and disgust took all over him,"I sold you to that man." He told me that in one breath. I was confused. I slid a little away from my father. After hearing that so many questions started t...

I used to live with my parents. Everything was going right, until that night; which changed everything in our lives. I was sitting inside my room. As a tall man about 6'5", with a long heavy beard and dark piercing eyes came from the dusky front yard inside our tiny molded cottage. He sat beside my father, as he was greeted with all the respect he could ever get. They talked for about an hour. In between their conversation he was laughing like a maniac. My mother offered the man some tea and snacks; she was sweating and shivering as if, she was doing something wrong. The man smiled at her making her more nervous around him. He asked her to sit near him. He patted on a stool beside him. She was staring on the floor and politely denied to sit but, he insisted again. My father commanded her to go inside the kitchen. She made no effort to deny him and rushed as if her kitchen will no longer be there. A few hours later, the man shakes his hand with my father and exchanged a smile...