"CHHOLE BHATURE OR DOSA SAMBAR?"

Title..Sounds like a food blog.Right?Sorry,I am neither a foodie nor a food blogger.

Date:6 January,2019.

Time:Lunch time.

Location:Home,as it's sunday dear and I am a slim person who wants to get fat but freezing in the chilly weather wouldn't let me do so as I would become a frozen slim piece.

How would I write blogs then that you come to read here?

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Oh,coming back to lunch,a delicious smell came racing to my nose as if calling me and I received the call. It said-"RUN.I AM WAITING."I ran to the kitchen and saw what was served in my food plate.

'Chhole Bhature'

I kept looking at it as if I had just found my lost love.

I took it to the dining table,still staring at it."Where had you been all these days?"my heart asked."I was there. My broken pieces were there in the grocery slabs of kitchen waiting to be joined,to caress your tongue and finally to get tied in that holy bond of marriage with your stomach."

The heart melted hearing it's words.I was numb and speechless. It had waited so long for me.

With no more explanations,I smiled at it and the BHATURA smiled back at me by spilling some oil drops out of itself on the plate.What?Every Indian munches on oily food.

As I grabbed that one bite with my hand,softly,so that it doesn't get hurt another smell came racing to my nose.

My father had brought something wrapped in a white packet.Well,as I opened it,I freaked out. It was 'Dosa Sambar'.I kept looking at it as if I had just found my love. Love?Well that love because of whom that 'lost love' got lost.

The yelllow hot SAMBAR was burning like those flames as if trying to protect me from my ex-CHHOLE BHATURE.

I paused for a moment. It was not a love triangle. It was a roller coaster of love,of food.

The scenario was such that in front of me I had my two love lives-one in a ceramic plate with BHATURAS still spilling oil(it was the tears this time,I guess),

one in a big steel dish with sambar still burning(it was anger this time,I guess).

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"Everything's fair in love and war."

But,I was puzzled whether it was my love or was it their war.Whatever it was,the outcome had to be fair.I took Dosa and Chhole and kept them in one plate.The Bhatura and Sambar went in chaos.

I gave them to Roli,my maid's daughter,who was the sole witness of this incident.

The alluring and sudden gleam on her face vanished away my last iota of doubt of what I did. Now clearing all your perplexed expressions,I ate a new combination of 'DOSA AND CHHOLA'.

Life is like that.Don't run after what's lost or those who didn't understand you.Eradicate the painful and disturbing elements(Bhatura and Sambar) behind and try and welcome new things,new opportunities(Dosa and Chhola).

Also,in that eradication process,see if those elements could bestow some joy to the ones who need it. Like,the Bhatura and Sambar did to Roli.

Though this was my fantasy world,but hope you got what I wanted to share.:) See you,till then let me have Veg Kebab Rolls,my new love. :P