Kuch Is Tarah

Yes…once again I am feeling bored…I have tried taking a temporary relocation to forum (I have spent 50% of my time there)…tried playing football...learning German...dozing off at odd hours...but somehow I always find some time to spare with absolutely nothing else to do.
So this fine morning…after a resolute sleep…after infinite snoring…after browsing internet for nth hour…drinking mth cup of tea from Pantry…after sending irrelevant status reports to thousands of unconcerned persons…after disturbing people who are online on messenger about some non-existent bugs…after trying to read latest newspaper report on Megan Fox…I have finally decided to write something...anything...anything about unknown smells…
Smells are very important for a foodie like me…it’s not for a mere temptation…but as the smell is intrinsically etched to one’s memories…I have tried to taste smell too.

I was coming out of my flat…couple of blocks away…on a small roadside stall near the Games Village Gate…a guy sells pakoda and fried delicacies…that has a fine smell…oil dripping…crumbling…half fried…deep fried…served with red chilly sauce…smell tells it all.

Then comes the smell of dhaba’s…specially Bobby Da Dhaba near Ulsoor Gurdwara…its a small run down shop probably half a century old…that has a smell…smell of hot…super hot paranthe…with little butter cubes on top of it…on tingling ghee on your platter…
There is this amazing smell of warm freshly cooked food…which I find irresistible…which I find in that place…that delicious Shahi Paneer with square paneer cubes and butter bundle on top of it…that’s a food experience…
There was a smell of Phuchka aka Gol gappe…slight tangy…smell of lemon...chopped onion…and smashed boiled potatoes…mixed…fiddled…to create a perfect piece of art…that’s the smell of street food…that smell has inexplicable affection from me as it has thousands of memories from my College days…
But yes…there are some smells which sometimes makes me nostalgic…smell of luchi…freshly prepared Alu r Dom…Makhani…what is special in these plates that they were served by someone special…someone with extraordinary love…none other than my Mother…My starting point of life..
That love and the beautiful smell with a warm aura around it…that’s my favorite…simple and humble...fresh...warm...served with a lot of love and eternal sunshine...love always…