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I looked up the net to look for some home remedy for cold and fever for my dear hubby, and found this interesting recipe. Made it, and it was delicious ! The onions had become soft and were edible without having to churn them into paste.

Offcourse, my hubby made sure that he took the medicine he believed in after this, my fair lady, icecream at our favourite ice-cream parlour, Ricthie Rich (they have awesome Vanilla ice-cream as well as loads of other specialties.

Extract from :
http://hubpages.com/hub/How-to-Make-a-Soup---A-cure-for-Colds-and-Flu

The Soup Cure
Onion & Garlic Soup
Ingredients - Remember to try and use Organic products
3 large onions
3 cloves of garlic
1 sprig of fresh parsley finely chopped
4 cups of filtered water

Method
Chop the onions and garlic into small pieces. Or alternatively liquidize them.

Bring a stainless steel saucepan with 4 cups of filtered water to the boil and then add the chopped onions and garlic and the parsley to the saucepan and bring to the boil.

Reduce the heat to a simmer, cover the saucepan and then let it simmer for 15 minutes. Until the onions have cooked until they are very soft.

Serve it either as is or liquidize with a thickening agent for a creamy soup.

Thickening Agent
Add 1 tablespoon of chick pea flour and whisk it up in 2 tablespoons of filtered water.

Add to the soup and stir, until the desired thickness is obtained, then simmer for 5 minutes.

College Days by Preeti Agarwal, Oct 2009

Those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest
Be it a love affair
Or a plain crush
With hearts full of hope
Dreaming of lives ahead
Those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest

As we entered, with dreams and hopes
of better lives for us to behold
And met some people who are now closest friends
Some acquaintainces who may have touched a bit while passing
A road to learn, of fears, of people, of lives
A world full of surprises
Some exclamations on someone's relation
Of findings new books and new worlds
Of crying out loud
Of crying soflty
A room full of self
And a world of self-growth
A world without competition
A world without struggle for power
An innocent heart, A learning mind
Some working models which were formed
which effect the life now unknowingly

And, oh yes, not to forget those dreadful tests
When nights would melt into day
And the fear of failing, would sweat the palms
And a loud voice from some teacher,
would raise some heartbeats
and would quiten the entire class
And then the days of playing bingo
In the backrow would start
Certainly,
Those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest

Of nightouts for deadline and submitting projects
Of walking back fast in the afternoon hot air
Of beautiful early mornings and fresh air
Of lesiurely sundays with quiteness in the air

And then one asks, why were they the best
Was it because of the openness of the mind and heart
Was it because of a culture of friends
Was it because of this is it attitude
Was it because there was a long life to live
And possibility of becoming big
And loads of hope of great life ahead

And now my hubby shouts and says
How can you say those days were the best
And I tell him, dear,
Those days were the best
Our days are best of the best
And he says, don't flatter me
I also have some other days
Which were the the best
And he says,
Certainly, those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies

--Walt Whitman

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