This morning, I had Tikhi puri made by my mother, a dish that instantly brought back memories of my hostel days.
Isn’t it amazing how food can transport us to another time and place?
I remember having it during break time, rushing back to my hostel room just to take a bite and think of home. Those first few months were when I was still homesick, and that simple dish was a comforting reminder of the familiar.
It’s funny how something so small can carry so many memories, making me realize how much I value those carefree days. Food truly acts as a time machine—one bite, and suddenly, you’re back in a moment you hadn’t thought about in years.
I think that’s why we hold certain dishes so close to our hearts. It’s not just about the taste; it’s about the memories, the emotions, and the people tied to them.
