“Katchori”, “chai” and rain

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An aesthetically crafted man made marvel capable of exhilarating your taste buds to sheer delight- yes i am talking about “katchori” a traditional Indian dish with stuffing filled inside a UFO shaped crust. Its one of those catalysts that drives the feeling of homesickness inside me! A plate of “katchori” is what completes my vacations!
So one fine day I was sitting in my gallery with my beloved katchori, my mind surfing through the waves of random thoughts, suddenly I heard my mom yelling at me to take my cup of tea as it was getting cold, I embrace my cup trying to go back again to my dreamy thoughts but I realised that it had started to drizzle outside and at that very moment a feeling of happiness escalated inside me! For a moment I couldn’t decipher the sudden emotional plunge.Was it because of the deadly combo of “katchori”,”chai” and rain? Or was it some divine orchestra ringing in my ears!
I pondered hard but couldn’t figure out! And clouds poured heavily!
A sultry breeze knocked the clouds of confusion from my head and I realized that it was the delight and pleasure of being at home that makes me happy! The place where I spent my childhood! The same place where I know people and the same place where many care about me!
We humans have a peculiar thinking ball inside our head, we just can’t enjoy a thing forever, we possess an amazing capability to get bored of anything and devoid us from the same thing we start missing it, the same thought brings me back to katchori! May be I like it so much because I get to eat it very rarely. Aha!! Yes that seemed to be perfect explanation! But that raised a long forgotten unanswered question bugging my mind! Where will I go after my degree? Should I come back to my hometown? I was awestruck by how a petty thing like katchori can remind me of such colossal dilemma of my life!
Unable to decide anything, I was lost in the eternal beauty of a sliding drop of water through my window! Suddenly I realised that my mom had started her yelling again, this time cause my cup of tea was all cold and stale.

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  1. mayuriNovember 24, 2010 at 8:37 AM

    love this post...heartfelt..simple and absolutely true..

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  2. WondererDecember 5, 2011 at 9:06 PM

    Kachori dude! Oh man I miss chaat so much. Nicely written. Very appropriate picture.

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