I was wondering what to cook for dinner. I had some rice from morning which I could fry with some spices and veggies and make a pulao of sort. Or I could eat the kadhi chawal neighbour had sent. Even as I sat contemplating what to cook, it suddenly struck me that in just a few weeks’ time I’ll be moving out of the city.
I will be uprooting myself from the comfort of this place, where I know the roads like the back of my hand, to a city where I’ll depend heavily on either on my husband or Google maps to help me reach my destination. One thought led to another and suddenly I realised I will also not be visiting my favourite places for tea, coffee, pizzas, junk food at moments’ notice either. That I AM MOVING CITIES!
Oh, how I will miss the pani puri at Vastrapur lake. The dabeli at Karnavati and vadapav near H L college. The pav bhaji at Honest (C. G. Road only) and fafda from Oshwal. Khaman, khamani, Chinese samosa from Das and mohanthaal and boondi laadu from Kandoi Bhogilal Moolchand. Sandwich from Char Bhuja and Chinese Bhel and Jashuben’s pizza from Shambhu’s. Coffee at Zen ❤️❤️
I then felt extremely sad at this and trashed the idea of cooking something. I’d rather order in food from places I won’t get to eat regularly when I move cities.