✌Right now I’m sitting at home...eating food that is actually good & healthy but still I don't like....
My plate has proper flavors, the spices are balanced, the sabzi is fully cooked...
My plate has proper flavors, the spices are balanced, the sabzi is fully cooked...
But suddenly my brain🧠 said...“Wait...don’t you miss hostel mess food?”🍽️
And my heart said...“YES BABY...TAKE ME BACK TO THAT WATERY DAAL HEAVEN.”
And now I'm questioning my entire existence.
And now I'm questioning my entire existence.
💥The Daily Menu...A Masterpiece of Suffering
In my hostel, no matter what the weather, mood, season, or planetary position was...
yellow dal in its most watery form was permanent. In Maharashtra we called as 'Varan'...
It was not food...it was emotionless emotion.
Some days it looked like dal.
In my hostel, no matter what the weather, mood, season, or planetary position was...
yellow dal in its most watery form was permanent. In Maharashtra we called as 'Varan'...
It was not food...it was emotionless emotion.
Some days it looked like dal.
Some days it looked like warm turmeric water.
Some days even dal itself was confused...“Am I even dal? What is my purpose?”
Rice used to be half cooked...like it wanted to grow up but life didn’t allow it.
Some days even dal itself was confused...“Am I even dal? What is my purpose?”
Rice used to be half cooked...like it wanted to grow up but life didn’t allow it.
🍚Sabzi came in two categories...
Half cooked (crunchy like Kurkure),
Over boiled (mushy like baby food).
💣And then...the roti.
Ah...the roti.
A special invention by the mess Uncle...Half burnt on one side, half raw on the other.
Basically, two personalities in one chapati....Multi-talented😅....
Ah...the roti.
A special invention by the mess Uncle...Half burnt on one side, half raw on the other.
Basically, two personalities in one chapati....Multi-talented😅....
But Sunday...oh Sunday.😆
Sunday was the “special menu day”....
The day we waited for like children waiting for chocolates...
Sunday was the “special menu day”....
The day we waited for like children waiting for chocolates...
The Special Sunday Menu....
Masala rice 🤩
Paneer and peas (but WAIT...)
Raita....it was really good.😋
One sweet dish (most probably sugar mixed with hope)🍬
Same personality roti (burnt + raw combo)
Masala rice 🤩
Paneer and peas (but WAIT...)
Raita....it was really good.😋
One sweet dish (most probably sugar mixed with hope)🍬
Same personality roti (burnt + raw combo)
😭But this paneer-peas sabzi?
Let me expose the truth.!!!!!
There were 20,000 peas floating in gravy,
but paneer was like a VIP celebrity...
two cube per person...sometimes not even that....
Some days paneer didn’t appear at all...but its memory was added.
You will find only water + peas + “paneer ka aashirwad.”
Masala rice looked so good from far away.
From near...it was just normal rice with attitude....
But still we used to eat 2 plates like we had never seen food in our lives.
And the sweet dish....
Sometimes it was jalebi and sometimes it was Basundi with lots of sugar & milk...
Raita was the only loyal item...i really like that Raita....
Let me expose the truth.!!!!!
There were 20,000 peas floating in gravy,
but paneer was like a VIP celebrity...
two cube per person...sometimes not even that....
Some days paneer didn’t appear at all...but its memory was added.
You will find only water + peas + “paneer ka aashirwad.”
Masala rice looked so good from far away.
From near...it was just normal rice with attitude....
But still we used to eat 2 plates like we had never seen food in our lives.
And the sweet dish....
Sometimes it was jalebi and sometimes it was Basundi with lots of sugar & milk...
Raita was the only loyal item...i really like that Raita....
👀But Why Do I Miss It?
Not because it tasted good...
Not because it had nutrition....
Not because it was memorable....
But because life was happening there....
At home, the food has...Taste, Texture, Love
But no fun....
No mess gossip....
No “Arre yaar, paneer kaha gaya?”
No Rector ki daat like we are playing rapid fire game....during dinner...
No laughing at each other’s plates....
No complaining together and bonding over the trauma....
Not because it tasted good...
Not because it had nutrition....
Not because it was memorable....
But because life was happening there....
At home, the food has...Taste, Texture, Love
But no fun....
No mess gossip....
No “Arre yaar, paneer kaha gaya?”
No Rector ki daat like we are playing rapid fire game....during dinner...
No laughing at each other’s plates....
No complaining together and bonding over the trauma....
👿Hostel mess food was like a villain in a movie...
We hated it...but it made the story interesting.
We used to look at the watery varan and say..."Is this dal...or is this soup?"
And the whole table used to cry laughing....
We used to take a bite of roti and say..."Aaj roti crunchy version hai ya rubber version?"
Even our complaints were funny.
Even our hunger was teamwork.
Even our plates felt like family.
Maybe That's Why I Miss It.
The food wasn’t good...
But the company was priceless.
The jokes, the noise, the fights, the laughter...
All served hot & cooled on a steel plate.
At home...my stomach is full.
But my heart?
It misses the chaos.
The stupidity.
The “ye kya banaa hai?” moments.
The freedom.
The hostel life.
Sometimes the worst food gives the best memories.
And hostel mess food?
Chef’s kiss.
Not to eat....but to remember....💗💗
We hated it...but it made the story interesting.
We used to look at the watery varan and say..."Is this dal...or is this soup?"
And the whole table used to cry laughing....
We used to take a bite of roti and say..."Aaj roti crunchy version hai ya rubber version?"
Even our complaints were funny.
Even our hunger was teamwork.
Even our plates felt like family.
Maybe That's Why I Miss It.
The food wasn’t good...
But the company was priceless.
The jokes, the noise, the fights, the laughter...
All served hot & cooled on a steel plate.
At home...my stomach is full.
But my heart?
It misses the chaos.
The stupidity.
The “ye kya banaa hai?” moments.
The freedom.
The hostel life.
Sometimes the worst food gives the best memories.
And hostel mess food?
Chef’s kiss.
Not to eat....but to remember....💗💗
🌻With love....
" Here's to finding beauty in small things- Sakshi 🌸"
