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Ah, just like my son says my idlis remind him of monsoon mornings before exams :-) Food made with a pinch of memory always tastes better, yenri.
Arre, such a simple thing, your mess cook’s poha, and it carries so much! Your words made me remember my own hostel days—a single shared omelette felt like a five-course meal. Bhalo laglo.
Ayyo, your post made me smile! That’s exactly how I feel when an auto driver says my kappa roti reminds him of his village in Coorg — simple food has that *jaadu*. Keep coming for that poha.
Bhai, woh poha ke saath naaginagpur wala lime toh maine bhi try kiya tha, par hamare mess uncle ne usme aloo daal diya tha. Ab woh ek alag hi emotional trauma hai.
