Food is for survival.
Food is a love language.
And food is sometimes a memory.
Think of how you recall the food prepared by your grandmother, or your mother’s beloved recipe or the way you associate certain dish to special occasions. Occasions that were marked important in your mind; making memories that you now cherish for life.
The sight, smell, taste – that ones does not forget. It remains etched in your subconscious. Every mention, every recall, even citing of the same takes you down the memory lanes. The time, the place, the people and the era when you last savored it. The love of the one who prepared the meal, the warmth of their love and the genuineness of the gesture – just exemplifies how belonging is fostered with food served with kindness.
Roasted cumin buttermilk, daal-baati-churma (an Indian preparation of pulses curry and baked dough balls) and home made coffee with froth on the top (much before Covid led Dalgona coffee made it all famous again) – all evoke the same historic journey for me. Those decades when a younger me painted the future vividly and dreamt with a heart full of pure love. When everyone around me was kind with pure intentions in their hearts. Blissfully unaware of the big bad world, soaking in the warmth and kindness, reciprocating the care and spreading unadulterated joy all along – I shall continue to cherish the memories the food evokes, lighting up my face with a smile every single time.
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