Mom : Whatz cooking today evening?
Me    : Water Sambar...There is something wrong with the sambar powder you have given.
Mom : Then you should name it Chatni Sambar, that is chatni powder.


A chunk of conversation i had with my mother few days ago. Today I had nothing junk waiting for me to eat, I had to turn on the stove. Without prior thinking I kept a bowl of water to boil. I wore plastic gloves just to pretend myself as best chef ever on earth. While the water boils I had nothing other than the Chatni powder as a masala, to pour! I had some boiled daal, poured some into the boiling bowl. Hmmm...now what? I had ginger, sliced few pieces to throw into bowl. This should have made a sambar but smell wasn't right!  Squeezed some lemon into the bowl. Oh...forgot! the most delicious component...SALT. How about pepper? I put whatever I had in the spice tray. Kept it for a while until all the wicked warriors are killed. I felt something delicious is getting cooked. Water Sambar...Chatni Sambar...now i guess I fended it to be a dhall sambar!!! I had some to offer to my colleague, waiting for her feedback!. A consolidated restructuring of cabohydrates and integrated molecules, just to swash over taste buds!!!. Looks like some placid prophecy is revealed.