P.S. Before you start reading this blog…I am writing this blog under heavy intoxication of the aroma of Chicken Curry being made in my Kitchen by my Mother in law. In case of any wrong references or if I hurt anyone’s feelings, kindly consider my helplessness…
Food, this word means different things to different people. For some, it is just a source of energy (ATPs), for some it is just a necessity, for some eating food is like doing a favour on someone but then for a few exceptions like me…food means a different emotion. Whilst some don’t understand, why some people make a big fuss about where to eat or the difference between eating a pani puri at Khao Galli or MM Sweets or the pani puri guy below your building, there are some who can write thesis on different types of Pani Puris available.
I am a shy foodie. I do not explicitly express my desire to eat in front of everyone but secretly even I dream about food more than John Abraham. Yes, the chicken fry and Chinese Egg Fried Rice come more frequently in my thoughts than my husband. I still remember the day when I was in my second year of BMM and had been struck by Jaundice. My father had bought an ayurvedic medicine (it literally resembled like tiny cow dung) and I was to have it empty stomach with boiled milk. No amount of convincing worked for me and I went back to sleep with the glass lying next to me. Suddenly I got a deja vu’ that I am eating nice red fried prawns. I immediately grabbed the glass of milk with the medicine and had it full.
The other time when I had the food temptation stroke was when I was pregnant, unfortunately, this time my husband like all men could not understand why I was so hysterical and emotional about food. For a pregnant woman, food is more of than an emotion when your body is going through a million changes and your hormones are fluctuating more than a share market. A few times in a day I would dream about Pav Bhaji and at night I would dream about Fried Chicken and sometimes even end up crying at night because I knew I wouldn’t get it at this hour. I have pinned more in my life for that Fried Chicken during pregnancy than any guy ever in my life.
There are nights even today, when I have spent my time dreaming about food more than pearls. One of the
My romantic affair with food is more hot, happening, spicy and forever, which no body can replace. So are you also a foodie like me, then do share about your love for food.
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