I have lived away from home for a long time now. I was at a boarding school for a substantial period of my schooling and then at a residential college during my undergrad days. During all those years I have had innumerable friends who grunted at anything and everything edible at the dining halls. To them, mom's recipes were always the best. Me too! My mum makes some of the best dishes I have ever tasted. But I don’t really remember making a fuss out of the food at the hostel. Food was important. I loved to eat the best that was available but I never really cribbed over bad food. Curd rice took care of me when nothing else was available. I was way better than some of my insatiable friends to whom nothing but a full-meals would satiate their appetite.
But life is never the same once you are out by yourself in the real world. It is cruel and dangerous. The bell in my ever-growing belly rang mercilessly at 7 A.M. and 7 P.M. everyday. But there never once was a table of steaming food at the thought of it. It is I who will have to set out in search of sources of food. This search opened up a new world – A world of restaurants, road side eateries, my own experiments at the kitchen and other means of survival.
I plan to post some of those experiences from time to time in honour of my fellow brothers for their valiant struggle against the ringing bell.
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