A Fudge Cake for Moonlit Offerings and Summer Longing “In the time of ripe berries and moon-bright skies, it is told that the Mistress of the Wild Glade would leave offerings at the foot of the silver trees—dark cakes of sweetened earth, crowned with wild fruit. To taste them was to remember love’s truest form: […]
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Mira had expected ruins—forgotten halls buried under vines and silence, much like the temple where this had all begun. But what she found was something else entirely. The Sanctuary of the Ainurim lay hidden deep within the cliffs, veiled by mist and magic. A vast stone citadel, carved into the mountainside as though it
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Mira sat cross-legged on the temple floor, the warmth of the hearth flickering around her. The Keepers had vanished into the shadows again, leaving her alone with Chitrangada and Vasushrava. Her fingers still tingled from the touch of the sacred flame, the echoes of something ancient stirring within her. Before her, Vasushrava held out a
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(A dish of mourning, memory, and gentle return) The Tale In Zoroastrian tradition, when a soul leaves the world, it is honoured not in noise, but in quiet fire. For three days, silence is kept. Prayers are whispered. And no meat is cooked, no spices bloom in oil. The hearth rests. On the fourth
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(Image originally published in India Today, October 2024.) A tale from across the sea and time The Parsis didn’t arrive in India with drums or declarations. They came quietly, after much had already been lost. Generations ago—some say more than a thousand years—Zoroastrians fled their homeland in Persia. Their temples had been desecrated, their way
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The ruins had always been silent, broken only by the wind sighing through the temple’s bones. But tonight, something felt different. Mira stood at the heart of the temple, her fingers tracing the grooves in the ancient stone. The embers of the sacred fire still glowed faintly from her last encounter, as if waiting for
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Mira returned to the ruins at dusk. She had told no one. The conversation with her parents had left her raw, her mind a storm of thoughts. If they had always known, why had they stayed silent? Why had they never told her what she was? The answer was clear: they had wanted to protect
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Mira spent the next few days in a fog. The world around her moved as if through water—conversations seemed distant, food tasted bland, and sleep was fitful. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted permanently, like a door had been opened that she could never close again. Her parents had laid the
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In the days of old, when fire was both sacred and necessary, families would gather around the hearth not just for warmth but for ritual. It was believed that the embers held the whispers of ancestors, the blessings of the land, and the favour of the fire spirits. To ensure their protection and prosperity,
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Inspiration: Flora, the Roman goddess of flowers, inspires this dessert—a pudding that is as light and delicate as a garden in bloom. Using edible flowers and a touch of rose water, this pudding celebrates the abundant beauty of spring. Gathering of Ingredients: 2 cups milk (or almond milk for a lighter version) 1/2 cup cream
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