My daughter in Kanpur told me on the phone about the ‘special’ paneer in her hostel mess – same colour as my fading salon walls, she said. I told her, beta, sometimes the heart wants Maggi at midnight more than a five-star thali. She laughed, and for a moment, I missed my own hostel days, and that one roommate who always ‘borrowed’ my hair oil.
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