Sunday, 10 January 2016

Food from home #BeautifulMemories

As we were packing and planning for our trip to America, being vegetarians, we made quite a list of packaged food items to carry along.

We also took along some home-cooked food, which we would eat within the next day or so.

Plain Paranthas, Jeera Aloo, and Pickle.

Jeera Aloo (Image Source)

Pickle (Image Source)

Paranthas (Image Source)

My maternal grandparents stayed near Nainital (now Uttarakhand, back then it was still a part of Uttar Pradesh).
At least twice a year, we would go there by road. It takes 5-6 hours to reach there.

Mom would pack Paranthas, Jeera Aloo, and Pickle. Eating Out had still not become a trend.

Over the years, things changed. We, the kids, preferred going to restaurants at Gajraula (that's midway between Delhi and Nainital).

What I didn't realize till years later, was how many good memories this basic meal evoked.

We would fight over every single bite. 

Back to the trip to America.

So, we had this packed food with us. We were at the Amsterdam airport. We had a couple of hours to kill.

We struck up a conversation with an Indian guy. He was returning after almost a month in America. He was to stay for a week or so at Singapore, before going home.
He looked exhausted.

We got our food out. And we offered it to him.
He smiled, a little hesitant.
We insisted.

As he ate, he told us that he had been feeling homesick, lonely and depressed.
I feel like you have brought me food from my home, he said.

He was grinning and glowing.

A shared meal, though cold. Some warm conversation. It can revive the spirit and spread smiles.

©Nimi Arora

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