Kabhi Fishy Kabhie Gham…


Kabhi Fishy Kabhie Gham…

Illustration: Akshita Monga


hen my parents split, everything turned bitter. Sadness has a way of seeping into your tongue; resentment and anger sit heavy in the stomach. I ate a lot of sheddho bhaat (rice boiled down to melting point, infused with ghee and vegetables) at the time. It was easy to make, it slipped down the throat without fuss. Emotionally turbulent times demand calm food.

We’ve always been a family of foodies. Conversations, vacations, get-togethers, all revolve around meals. Breakfast is a discussion about lunch; lunch is an argument about where to go for dinner. Food has kept us together, sort of, even when there was nothing more in common other than a shared love for nargisi kofta (eggs boiled and coated in kheema, eaten dry or with gravy).