Food memories flooding into my mind. Shawarmas on the weekend in Abu Dhabi with family. Going to Milk Bar in Thrissur during college days and eating steaming porotta and beef. Idlis for breakfast at Annapurneswari, Crosscut Road Coimbatore. Tibetan restaurant in Kodai.
Eating that bloody Britannia cake thing on long bus journeys in the middle of the night. Rice and kadala before running to college on wet rainy mornings.
Pritam Hotel in Dadar used to make this garlicky rolls. Dabeli from one hole in the wall guy opposite Wadala station. Pani puri guy in Vastrapur. Swastik sandwiches in Bombay. Random Malayali hotel in gulf chicken sukka and chappati.
Mum’s pazham pori. Mum’s cutlet. Mum’s French toast. Oh my god. The evening of the final school exam we’d come home and mum would have made mountains of squishy, scorched, sweet, eggy French toast. Ninja Turtle Burger from Sundance Cafe behind Eros. Airport toblerone.
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