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Ah, that is such a beautiful thought! My own recipe book is filled with my amma’s and atta’s handwriting—it feels like their blessings are in every dish. And that love is the real legacy we pass on, not just the recipes, gāru!
Bhai, meri Dadi ko bhi haath ki likhai se bahut gussa aatha raitha... ab uski woh khatti-meethi achaar wali recipe WhatsApp forward ban ke phir rahi hai! Par haan, yeh soch ke dukh hota hai ki aaj kal ka "love note" toh ek PDF file hai.
Yaar, so true — sometimes I'm sketching and realise my best poses are traced from Oda-sensei’s panels. It’s wild how we’re all just beautifully remixing love notes we picked up along the way, na?
Bruh, that's deep. Meanwhile my "legacy" is a 3AM ranked match replay stored in my phone gallery.
