sweet imprints...

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChAZYdJ-oBkvjRzfq3jD88QwbxLHsOofqKbDmCYDt1m_RswRNeEnWtB3UxyXh1y1LayO7U9UxHA6Y1TA3CWdwhIiZ_LyS2YHnb22mdGRhZJdkWDK3HycckjzuC-H-hHm2THCzlojJenk/s1600/sandesh1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480304834795633282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChAZYdJ-oBkvjRzfq3jD88QwbxLHsOofqKbDmCYDt1m_RswRNeEnWtB3UxyXh1y1LayO7U9UxHA6Y1TA3CWdwhIiZ_LyS2YHnb22mdGRhZJdkWDK3HycckjzuC-H-hHm2THCzlojJenk/s400/sandesh1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I recently became the owner of these beautifully crafted <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandesh_(confectionery)"> </a><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandesh_(confectionery)">Sandesh</a> </i></b>moulds, that my mother found while clearing her old trunks.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480304827139628562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjlw3spWzesf2ct4s7GdaHAr5tC6pxljGz6irFyoUXUlruleZeSwMPO-o601jS7vzyWZBmScHmPyqxaGSN-TCDJvCeEADAiI8Py78-51EHhsCGcpZVdf0B_KlIik89ZgHWaf0f1LhuMI/s400/sandesh3.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span>Having spent most part of my childhood summer vacations in Calcutta, <i>West Bengal</i> where my grandparents lived for decades, my love for <i>Bengali sweets</i> and especially <i><b>Sandesh</b></i> is interwoven with my memories of days spent lazying around in the wrought-iron balcony with smooth red-oxide flooring... <i>( more on that later;-)</i><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480304818541116018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjY0OwrGCCx1ukbzu9jk7hK0URC976k7Q7QoUxLvITQn-PS-XabE9lHWWKnfOYcAH1mHFLvKHxZG1Bit3S8hV3sKuJpfGv86HhSA-fRMkcxn7cCK9YLNn4cZ0bMQJ9BH_E9wH7IolAK8/s400/sandesh4.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480304811812752738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_O-W91V6MbjxOdELKYfwapsHkbQVOMDje1MEIYZPROmy1HgooVghuDOMraXcd9I_tY1Hc577rB_X5ANBWnLA1VGe8QQCcpPwdhtzyXH828SE44c-lGM21N5Zks2b_rhPE4P2CWV6Ulk/s400/sandesh5.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " /></span></div><div>So when my mother brought these precious little pieces of terracotta moulds I was thrilled.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just had to share these photographs with all of you.</div><div>Hope you like them.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>( images by Arch)</i></div></div>

sweet imprints...

I recently became the owner of these beautifully crafted Sandesh moulds, that my mother found while clearing her old trunks. Having spent ...

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