Food from My Mother’s Kitchen!!
Its that time of the year, when I return home to my folks. From living a lonely, depressing life in a hostel far far away, this seemed to be the only respite. Whatever one eats in whichever part of the world, but the food, which comes out of a mother’s kitchen that truly brings a smile to your face and takes you down the memory lane. Coming home after a few months feels like heaven. The stresses of life disappear as soon as the first bite of the mother’s dish enters my mouth. Her white dhokla’s with particular chutney that she serves it with. The whiff of the cooked dhokla’s made me forget all my worries. Thats when I realized this were just the beginning and how much I had missed this. My home was the only constant in my ever so volatile life. The time when I needed to come back to the roots and realize how I liked myself. It was the place to forget all my worries and be myself again. I missed being with my mom. One hour in the kitchen with her, while she whipped up some delic...